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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Poisoned!" exclaimed both the princes, looking at each other incredulously. "Impossible!" "I tell you it is," said Daimur, "the poison is an oily substance which covers the surface of the water. It may not be deadly; I cannot tell." "Then that's what ails our subjects," cried Tasmir. "They must be drinking this poison every day." "Where is the source of this river?" asked Daimur.
"I do not see how it could have been hidden, for the water was shallow where I dropped it and it must have shown clearly in the sunlight. I heard them say they had searched under every stone for it." Here the little white dove, Princess Maya, left her mother's side and came over to where Prince Tasmir sat. "Prince Tasmir," she said, "I believe I have your ring.
"Why, this is most uncanny," exclaimed Daimur, who was marching beside Prince Tasmir at the head of the marines. "What's the matter with everybody?" "I cannot imagine," answered Prince Redmond. "It is a shocking surprise to me; why they act as if they were all half asleep and do not seem to recognize us at all."
In due time the triple marriage was celebrated at Queen Amy's palace, for Tasmir and Princess Maya, on hearing the news, insisted upon being married at the same time. In the midst of the ceremony the good fairy appeared and gave each of them a small gold ring, which she said would bring them good luck as long as they lived.
"This Sadna refused to do, saying that he knew quite well Tasmir was dead, and it served him right for going on such a foolish errand in a wild country, which so upset my father that he at once summoned all the magicians and wise men in the kingdom to see if they could tell him what had become of Tasmir.
They had no axe, but Prince Redmond volunteered to go back to a woodman's hut which they had passed on their way, and borrow one. He soon returned with a large sharp axe, and set to work to cut down the tree. He struck with all his might, but the axe made no impression on it, beyond a mere scratch on the bark. Prince Tasmir then tried, but with no better success.
"Can't you think of anything that would induce them to weep?" asked Daimur. "Indeed I cannot," answered King Cyril, as he looked at their scowling, unfriendly faces. Just then Prince Tasmir came forward. "Why not make each man peel a peck of good strong onions?" he said with a smile.
"Poor, poor fellow," said Daimur, "your plight is worse than your brother's. This is more of the Evil Magician's work." "Yes, he has enchanted me, and I am slowly dying," answered Tasmir in a weak voice. "You can see that the leaves of my tree are dropping." "What can I do to save you?" cried Daimur. "You must make a hole in the side of the tree and let the sap run out.
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