"I am sure my mother did not promise me to a fright like you," cried the angry Princess, "and I will not marry you!"
"Oh, please yourself," answered the Yellow Dwarf; "but if you don't marry me you will make a fine meal for the lions, that is all."
Just at that moment the lions began to roar louder than ever.
"Well, to save my life," cried poor All-fair, "I will agree to marry you."
"I wouldn't have you now," said the dwarf, with an air of disdain.
"Oh, please do," begged All-fair, "or I shall be torn to pieces by the lions!"
"I'll marry you out of charity then," said the Yellow Dwarf. "But don't suppose that I really want a vain creature like you."
At that instant the Princess found herself growing very drowsy, and the next minute she was back again at the palace, and on her finger was a ring made of a single red hair, which she could not take off.
After that All-fair grew sad, for she feared that the Yellow Dwarf might claim her.
Of course nobody knew the cause of her sadness, and they all wondered what it could be.