"Nothing easier," said Molo, "On the fifteenth we will take two pieces of dark silk and wrap ourselves up in them, and thus I will carry you there. Yet there is a wild dog on guard at the slave girl's court, who is strong as a tiger and watchful as a god. No one can pass by him, so he must be killed."
When the appointed day had come, the servant said: "There is no one else in the world who can kill this dog but myself!"
Full of joy the youth gave him meat and wine, and the old man took a chain-hammer and disappeared with it.
And after no more time had elapsed than it takes to eat a meal he was back again and said: "The dog is dead, and there is nothing further to hinder us!"
At midnight they wrapped themselves in dark silk, and the old man carried the youth over the tenfold walls which surrounded the palace. They reached the third gateway and the gate stood ajar. Then they saw the glow of a little lamp, and heard Rose-Red sigh deeply. The entire court was silent and deserted. The youth raised the curtain and stepped into the room. Long and searchingly Rose-Red looked at him, then seized his hand.
"I knew that you were intelligent, and would understand my sign language. But what magic power have you at your disposal, that you were able to get here?"
The youth told her in detail how Molo had helped him.
"And where is Molo?" she asked.
"Outside, before the curtain," was his answer.
Then she called him in and gave him wine to drink from a jade goblet and said: "I am of good family and have come here from far away. Force alone has made me a slave in this palace. I long to leave it.
