"When thou reachest the castle gate clasp one bead in thy fingers and
say:

"'For love's sweet sake, in my hour of need,
Blossom and deck me, little seed.'

Straightway right royally shalt thou be clad. But remember carefully the
charm. Only to the magic words, 'For love's sweet sake' will the
necklace give up its treasures. If thou shouldst forget, then thou must
be doomed always to wear thy gown of tow."

So Olga sped on her moon-lighted way through the forest until she came
to the castle gate. There she paused, and grasping a bead of the strange
necklace between her fingers, repeated the old dame's charm:

"For love's sweet sake, in my hour of need,
Blossom and deck me, little seed."

Immediately the bead burst with a little puff as if a seed pod had
snapped asunder. A faint perfume surrounded her, rare and subtle as if
it had been blown across from some flower of Eden. Olga looked down and
found herself enveloped in a robe of such delicate texture, that it
seemed soft as a rose-leaf and as airy as pink clouds that sometimes
float across the sunset. The water-lilies in her hair had become a
coronal of opals.

When she entered the great ball-room, the Prince of the castle started
up from his throne in amazement. Never before had he seen such a vision
of loveliness. "Surely," said he, "some rose of Paradise hath found a