As his hands were fastened, it was impossible for the Prince of
the Golden Isle to make use of his magic stone, and he passed his
nights and days dreaming of Rosalie. But at last the time came
when the giant took it into his head to amuse himself by
arranging fights between some of his captives. Lots were drawn,
and one fell upon our Prince, whose chains were immediately
loosened. The moment he was set free, he snatched up his stone,
and became invisible.

The astonishment of the giant at the sudden disappearance of the
Prince may well be imagined. He ordered all the passages to be
watched, but it was too late, for the Prince had already glided
between two rocks. He wandered for a long while through the
forests, where he met nothing but fearful monsters; he climbed
rock after rock, steered his way from tree to tree, till at
length he arrived at the edge of the sea, at the foot of a
mountain that he remembered to have seen in the cabinet of the
present, where Rosalie was held captive.

Filled with joy, he made his way to the top of the mountain which
pierced the clouds, and there he found a palace. He entered, and
in the middle of a long gallery he discovered a crystal room, in
the midst of which sat Rosalie, guarded night and day by genii.
There was no door anywhere, nor any window. At this sight the
Prince became more puzzled than ever, for he did not know how he
was to warn Rosalie of his return. Yet it broke his heart to see
her weeping from dawn till dark.

One day, as Rosalie was walking up and down her room, she was