I am the daughter of a wicked magician, and my name is Hyacinthia.
The Prince hurried to the town, but Hyacinthia remained behind disguised as a white milestone on the road.
Milan opened the window quickly, and as soon as the bee had entered, it changed into the beautiful Hyacinthia.
'The town is easy to get into, but more difficult to get out of,' sighed Hyacinthia. 'But let it be as you wish.
Then he jumped up suddenly from the table and ran to the door, where he found the beautiful Hyacinthia waiting for him.
The first day passed, and then the second, and at last the third also, but Prince Milan did not return, for he had not taken Hyacinthia's advice.
With these words the beautiful Hyacinthia stamped on the ground with her little foot, and the earth opened and they both sank down into the lower world.
In great haste the old man sprang from his bed, and covered the flower with the cloth the old witch had given him, and in a moment the beautiful Princess Hyacinthia stood before him.
'Prince Milan and Princess Hyacinthia have just gone on this minute; they stopped for a few minutes in the church to say their prayers, and bade me light this wax candle for you, and give you their love.'