very sadly to her--

"For seven years I must fly about in the world, but at every
seventh mile I will let fall a white feather and a drop of red
blood, which will show you the way, and if you follow it, you
may save me."

Then the White Dove flew out of the door, and the Princess
followed it, and at every seventh mile the Dove let fall a white
feather and a drop of red blood; and so, guided by the feathers
and the drops of blood, she followed the Dove, until the seven
years had almost passed, and she began to hope that the Prince's
enchantment would be at an end. But one day there was no white
feather to be seen, nor any drop of red blood, and the Dove had
flown quite away. Then the poor Princess thought, "No man can
help me now;" and so she mounted up to the Sun, and said, "Thou
shinest into every chasm and over every peak; hast thou seen a
White Dove on the wing?"

"No," answered the Sun. "I have not seen one; but take this
casket, and open it when you are in need of help."

She took the casket, and thanked the Sun. When evening came, she
asked the Moon--

"Hast thou seen a White Dove? for thou shinest all night long
over every field and through every wood."

"No," said the Moon, "I have not seen a White Dove; but here is
an egg--break it when you are in great trouble."