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Prince Redmond at length stopped and began to weep, for they all felt that he was dead, and had perhaps been murdered. Daimur tried to comfort the princes by telling them that they must search the kingdom through before thinking the worst and suggested that they go out into the city again and see if his cap would not tell him something about it.
"If this wind continues," said Daimur, "we will reach land early in the morning, and I think we had better leave the ship armed in case we meet with any resistance. I am, however, not much afraid of my uncle, for he is quite powerless without the Evil Magician."
Then, as they were all very tired, Daimur jammed some branches across one corner of the cave for the doves to sleep on, and gratefully threw himself down on the nice soft bed which the Queen and the Princess had prepared for him, and they all slept soundly until morning.
On the top of the wave was a great white crest, in which Daimur knew was the Magician. "Now," he shouted above the roar of the wind, "aim at the highest crest of the wave." They all did so. "Fire." Off went the guns. There were so many of them that they made a deafening roar, and immediately the ship stood still. As soon as the smoke cleared away they saw why.
"It is those leaves that are poisoning the water," he cried excitedly, "I can see the poisonous oil oozing from them." "But, Daimur," said Redmond, "how can that be, they are only ordinary laurel leaves?" But Daimur was already making his way along the shore towards the cove from which the leaves seemed to come, and the princes followed him.
They were so hungry this morning that they ate more fruit than usual, but I will go and see," and off he flew, leaving Daimur to wonder how long it would be before he could get away from this strange and dreadful island.
"And where may that be?" asked Daimur, thinking she was probably out of her head, as so far as he knew no such place existed. "Alas," said the Princess. "Oaklands is now the Island of Despair," and she wrung her hands with a hopeless gesture.
Next day, when Daimur was again setting out to ride he called some of his servants and bade them fill up several baskets with food and provisions of various kinds, which he intended to give to the old man at the cottage. When all was ready they set out, and soon reached the wood, but what was Daimur's surprise to find the cottage door broken down and the poor old man lying upon the floor.
"Unfortunate creature," exclaimed Daimur, as he gave it a few drops more of the water, "I have some biscuits which you shall share," and so saying he proceeded to crumble one of the biscuits, which the dove seemed to hesitate to take.
It all happened so suddenly that the tigers did not have time to stop their rush, and in a second the giants were upon them and you may be sure soon cut their heads off. Then before Daimur could even say "Thank you," they had disappeared again. The three witches lay dead at their feet and they were free.
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