The sun went down and the sky was bathed in golden light which gave the lilies the effect of roses; and the Prince drank of the foaming wine handed to him by the maidens. He felt such joy as he had never known before; he saw the background of the hall opening where the Tree of Knowledge stood in a radiancy which blinded him. The song proceeding from it was soft and lovely, like his mother's voice, and she seemed to say, "My child, my beloved child!"
Then the Fairy beckoned to him and said so tenderly, "Come with me," that he rushed toward her, forgetting his promise, forgetting everything on the very first evening that she smiled and beckoned to him.
The fragrance in the scented air around grew stronger, the harps sounded sweeter than ever, and it seemed as if the millions of smiling heads in the hall where the Tree grew, nodded and sang, "One must know everything. Man is lord of the earth." They were no longer tears of blood which fell from the Tree; it seemed to him that they were red shining stars.
"Come with me, come with me," spoke those trembling tones, and at every step the Prince's cheeks burnt hotter and hotter and his blood coursed more rapidly.
"I must go," he said; "it is no sin, I must see her asleep; nothing will be lost if I do not kiss her, and that I will not do. My will is strong."
The Fairy dropped her shimmering garment, drew back the branches, and a moment after was hidden within their depths.
"I have not sinned yet!" said the Prince, "nor will I"; then he drew back the branches. There she lay asleep already beautiful as only the Fairy in the Garden of Paradise can be. She smiled; in her dreams; he bent over her and saw the tears welling up under her eyelashes.
"Do you weep for me?" he whispered. "Weep not, beautiful maiden. I only now understand the full bliss of Paradise; it surges through my blood and through my thoughts.
