"These are my daughters," said the king; "if you can find out which of them is Zlatovlaska, you will have won her, and may lead her away at once. If you cannot point her out, she is not destined for you, and you must leave this place without her."
Irik was in the greatest trouble, and did not know what to do. All at once something whispered in his ear:—
"Bz—bz! go round the table, and I will tell you which one it is."
It was the fly which Irik had rescued from death with the water of life.
"This is not the one—nor this—nor this;—but this is Zlatovlaska!"
"Give me this one from among your daughters," cried Irik. "I have won her for my master!"
"You have chosen rightly," said the king. The princess rose immediately from the table, and removed the head-dress, and showed her golden hair, flowing in thick locks down to the ground; it was as bright as the rising sun! Irik was almost blinded by its radiance. Then the king arrayed his daughter for her journey, according to her high birth and station, and Irik took her to his master to become his wife. The old king's eyes sparkled, and he leapt with joy when he saw Zlatovlaska; he ordered immediate preparations to be made for the wedding.
