never ceased crying, 'Oh, my dearest Princess! my dearest Princess!'

At last he remembered the magic hair, and taking it from its
hiding-place threw it into the fire. It had scarcely begun to burn
when, Hey presto!--the demon Jasdrul appeared, and asked him what he
wanted.

'Show me the way to the Emerald Mountain,' cried the Prince.

Then the kind-hearted demon shook his head sorrowfully, saying, 'You
would never reach it alive, my son. Be guided by me,--forget all that
has passed, and begin a new life.'

'I have but one life,' answered the faithful Prince, 'and that is gone
if I lose my dearest Princess! As I must die, let me die seeking
her.'

Then the demon Jasdrul was touched by the constancy of the splendid
young Prince, and promised to aid him as far as possible. So he
carried the young man back to Demonsland, and giving him a magic wand,
bade him travel over the country until he came to the demon Nanak
Chand's house.

'You will meet with many dangers by the way,' said his old friend,
'but keep the magic wand in your hand day and night, and nothing will
harm you. That is all I can do for you, but Nanak Chand, who is my
elder brother, can help you farther on your way.'

So Prince Bahramgor travelled through Demonsland, and because he held
the magic wand in his hand day and night, no harm came to him. At