"Someone was here and was weeping and lamenting over me; but I could not open my eyes, they were so heavy!"
"It was only a dream," replied the Tsar's daughter; "no one has been here."
The next day the beautiful girl again sat on the shore of the blue sea and rolled the golden egg on the silver plate.
The Tsar's daughter came out to take a walk, saw it, and said: "Sell it to me."
"Only let me look at the Bright-Hawk and I will let you have it for nothing."
The Tsar's daughter consented, and again stuck the magic brooch into the Bright-Hawk's cloak.
Again the beautiful girl wept bitterly over her dear love, but she could not waken him.
"Awake, awake, my bright Prince! It is I, your chosen maiden. I have come to you; I have broken three iron staves, I have worn out three pairs of iron shoes, I have eaten three iron cakes, and all this time I have been searching for you, my darling."
But the Bright-Hawk slept on and could not wake up.
The Tsar's daughter having walked as long as she wanted to, returned home, drove the girl away, and took out the magic brooch.
