Then the demon Jasdrul said a regretful goodbye, and, Hey presto!--
Prince Bahramgor found himself standing outside his native city, with
his beautiful bride beside him.

But, alas! as the good-natured demon had foretold, everything was
changed. His father and mother were both dead, a usurper sat on the
throne, and had put a price on Bahramgor's head should he ever return
from his mysterious journey. Luckily no one recognised the young
Prince (so much had he changed during his residence in Demonsland)
save his old huntsman, who, though overjoyed to see his master once
more, said it was as much as his life was worth to give the Prince
shelter; still, being a faithful servant, he agreed to let the young
couple live in the garret of his house.

'My old mother, who is blind,' he said, 'will never see you coming and
going; and as you used to be fond of sport, you can help me to hunt,
as I used to help you.'

So the splendid Prince Bahramgor and his lovely Princess hid in the
garret of the huntsman's house, and no one knew they were there. Now
one fine day, when the Prince had gone out to hunt, as servant to the
huntsman, Princess Shahpasand took the opportunity of washing her
beautiful golden hair, which hung round her ivory neck and down to her
pretty ankles like a shower of sunshine, and when she had washed it
she combed it, and set the window ajar so that the breeze might blow
in and dry her hair.

Just at this moment the Chief Constable of the town happened to pass
by, and hearing the window open, looked up and saw the lovely