"What is it?" inquired the sleeper, getting up.
"The prince is asking for you."
"Which prince?"
"The prince of the neighbouring territory."
Gleam-of-day, grumbling, got up, put on his court dress and followed his guide. Palanquins were waiting; they started rapidly, and their retinue was soon passing in the midst of innumerable pavilions and towers with pointed roofs.
They at last stopped in the courtyard of the palace; young girls with bright clothing were seen, and looked inquiringly at the new-comer, who was announced with great pomp.
At last Gleam-of-day reached the audience hall. The prince was seated on the throne; he descended the steps and welcomed his guest according to the rites.
"You perfume this neighbourhood," he said. "Your reputation has come to me, and I wished to know you."
The servants brought wine; they began to converse nobly and brilliantly. At last the prince asked:
"Among the flowers, tell me which one you prefer."