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After a while they heard a faint cracking noise like the breaking of glass, and Daimur immediately jumped to his feet. "Can I not help you?" he called softly. "Yes," answered Tasmir, "you must cut the bark. I am so weak I will not be able to break that. Cut a slit in it right up the tree." This Daimur did, slitting it for above five feet up from the root.
"Now," said Daimur, "we can come and go from this end and there will be no danger of the Magician seeing us." With grateful hearts they went back to get their potatoes. After Daimur had carried all the potatoes into the cave and piled them up in a heap he took King Cyril on his shoulder and went back for the biscuits and water, as he was feeling very hungry and thirsty.
She had big blue eyes, a lovely complexion, though it was a trifle pale as if from being indoors a long time, and golden hair that hung over her shoulders in long ringlets. Her gown was of a deep blue silk that almost matched her eyes. At sight of Daimur she stood still in astonishment, then came quickly towards him. "Oh, poor young man," she cried. "Surely you are not a prisoner too."
They went on, keeping close beside the wall, until they came to the place where it crossed the sand of the seashore, and Daimur stood lost in thought, gazing at the rough stones which towered above his head. Then with a sudden exclamation he took his spade from his shoulder and commenced digging in the sand at the foot of the wall.
They made a very magnificent appearance, for Daimur had insisted upon the Court dressmakers and tailors making each of them a proper wardrobe, as, of course, they had no clothes with them for the occasion. After the coronation ceremony there was a great feast and when all the company were assembled Daimur told them of his plans for accompanying his guests to their respective kingdoms.
The King of Sunne was a good, kind man, who never made war with any of the other kingdoms, and was quite satisfied with all that he had. The Queen was very nice too, and gave a great deal of money to the poor, so it was not to be wondered at that the country was very prosperous, and the people thought their rulers the best in the world. The King and Queen had only one son, who was called Daimur.
A little distance up the sand the Princess led him to where there was a large nest of turtles' eggs, which Daimur joyfully dug out of the sand and carried to the cave. "Now we will have a splendid feast," they said. They waited until it was quite dark and then dug a hole inside the opening at the back of the cave, and made a fire. Luckily Daimur had a little silver box of matches with him.
Of course they must eat the fruit or starve, and most of them prefer losing their minds to going hungry." Prince Daimur listened to the tale with a shiver, for he did not in the least want to be enchanted and lose his mind. "Have you ever seen the Magician?" he asked after a pause. "I have been told he knows many secrets of chemistry." "No," answered the dove. "We have never seen him.
Now that he was rid of his uncle Daimur proceeded into the Palace, where he was welcomed with the greatest enthusiasm and loyalty by the servants, and his guests were soon enjoying a splendid breakfast. Prince Daimur begged them to remain with him until he had been crowned king and had made arrangements to accompany them to their respective homes.
She turned at once and led the way bade through her apartment to the door which was to decide their fortunes. It was a swinging door, and Daimur pushed it open and looked in. What he saw was a great bare room with cupboards all around it, and a few plain old kitchen rockers here and there.
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