bare and torn, she despised him, and said, "What poor wretch is this with whom I have to contend?" However, the king had to stand by the words of his proclamation, so preparations for the race were made.
Abibas soon saw that unless he should be able to take the attention of the princess away from the race he would be defeated. She was in the lead, so he took the garland of roses, which he had hidden, and skilfully threw it in front of her.
As he had foreseen, the maiden stopped to pick it up and put it on her head. The roses were indeed beautiful and gave forth a delightful perfume. She was charmed by their fragrance, and paused to admire them.
Abibas took advantage of this, and increasing his speed, rapidly passed her. This caused her to cry out in anger: "Never shall the daughter of a king be wed to such a clown as you." She threw the garland from her and rushed onward like a whirlwind.
It was not long before she caught up with him, and extending her hand, she struck him upon the shoulder, saying: "Stop, fool-
