The countenance was that of an old woman, but it had a fearfully strange look.

A black hood concealed her hair, and her eyes were closed.

He laid her down as comfortably as he could, chafed her hands, put a little cordial from a bottle, also the gift of the fairy, into her mouth; took off his coat and wrapped it about her, and in short did the best he could.

In a little while she opened her eyes and looked at him--so pitifully! The tears rose and flowed from her grey wrinkled cheeks, but she said never a word.

She closed her eyes again, but the tears kept on flowing, and her whole appearance was so utterly pitiful that the prince was near crying too.
He begged her to tell him what was the matter, promising to do all he could to help her; but still she did not speak.