sat on. Then the prince came close to her and said softly:
' Are you not going to your house, Dorani ?'
At that she rose and threw herself weeping into his arms, whispering gently:
' Never again, my lord, never again would I leave thee ! '
So the prince won his beautiful bride ; and though they neither of them dealt any further with fairies and their magic, they learnt more daily of the magic of Love, which one may still learn, although fairy magic has fled away.
[Punjabi story, Major Campbell, Ferosbepcre.]