'I cannot abide with you; I must go in search of my wife, the fair Princess Marya Morevna.'
'Hard will it be for you to find her,' answered the Falcon. 'At all events leave with us your silver spoon. We will look at it and
remember you.' So Prince Ivan left his silver spoon at the Falcon's, and went on his way again.
On he went one day, on he went another day, and by the dawn of the third day he saw a palace still grander than the former one