The next day, early in the morning, our merchant's son arrived at the landing; the very rich merchant was already there waiting.
They boarded a ship and went to sea. For quite a long time they journeyed, and finally they perceived an island. Upon that island there were high mountains, and near the shore something seemed to be in flames.
"Yonder is something like fire," said the merchant's son.
"No, it is my golden palace."
They landed, came ashore, and—look there! the rich merchant's wife is hastening to meet him, and along with her their young daughter, a lovely girl, prettier than you could think or even dream of.
The family met; they greeted one another and went to the palace. And along with them went their new workman. They sat around the oak table and ate and drank and were cheerful.
"One day does not count," the rich merchant said; "let us have a good time and leave work for to-morrow."
The young workman was a fine, brave fellow, handsome and stately, and the merchant's lovely daughter liked him well.
She left the room and made him a sign to follow her. Then she gave him a touchstone and a flint.
"Take it," she said; "when thou art in need, it will be useful."