"
"Do not be distressed about that," said she, "but trust to me." In the
morning he looked out of the window and saw a wonderful marble palace,
with a roof of gold.
When the magician beheld it, he exclaimed, "You have accomplished a
great wonder, but I cannot let you off so easily. To-morrow I will
place my thirty daughters in a row, and if you cannot tell me which
one is the youngest, you will lose your head."
The Prince, however, was not cast down at this, for he thought he
would have no trouble in recognizing Hyacinthia. That evening the
little bee entered the room and told him that this task was quite as
difficult as the first, because the sisters were all exactly alike.
"But you will know me," said she, "by a little fly which you will
discover on my cheek."
The next day the magician summoned him to his presence, and showed him
the thirty daughters standing in a row. The Prince passed before them
twice, without daring to choose; but he saw the little fly on the pink
cheek of one of the maidens.
"This is Hyacinthia!" exclaimed he. The magician was greatly
astonished; but not yet satisfied, he required of the Prince still
another task.
"If, before this candle burns to the bottom," said he, "you make me
a pair of boots reaching to my knees, I will let you go; but if you
fail, you will lose your head.
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