She was so fair and sweet--like some child of the Gods: and certainly the white maiden must have been stolen from some one, and could not possibly belong to the unclean people.
When the prince entered the court of the hut, Uarda was not to be seen, but he soon heard her voice singing out through the open door.

She came out into the air, for the dog barked furiously at Rameri.

When she saw the prince, she started, and said: "You are here already again, and yet I warned you.

My grandmother in there is the wife of a paraschites." "I am not come to visit her," retorted the prince, "but you only; and you do not belong to them, of that I am convinced.

No roses grow in the desert." "And yet: am my father's child," said Uarda decidedly, "and my poor dead grandfather's grandchild.