“I saw a spider,” she replied quickly.
Bulbo called six of his black sprites to take the bowl on their shoulders and carry it to his flower garden. When they had set it down among the roses and pansies and dreamy lotos-flowers, Bulbo went indoors for his supper, but Zarashne stayed outside and looked into the glimmering depths of the bowl.
“O Zarashne, beautiful Zarashne,” whispered Selim Pasha, “I have come to set you free!” And all the evening they whispered together, while the garden went to sleep and the moon rose and the nightingales began to sing. Then Bulbo came to the window with a candle, and called:
“Zarashne! It is time for you to go to bed!”
But Zarashne did not heed him, and at last he came out into the garden.
“Why do you lean over that bowl and look into it all the time, Zarashne? I have called you seven times and you have not answered me!” he said in great anger.
“I see the reflection of my face,” replied Princess Zarashne, and continued to gaze down and whisper to Selim Pasha.
“If you do not come into the house,” cried Bulbo, “I will break the bowl!”
Then Zarashne was frightened and would have followed him, but she could not tear herself from her lover, who was saying: