“But that is a long time to resist the temptation to sin.When I leave you every evening,I shall have to call,‘Come with me,’and hold out my hands to you.But you must stay behind.Do not follow me,or your desire will grow with every step.You will come into the hall where the Tree of Knowledge grows.I sleep under the arch of its sweet-smelling branches.If you lean over me I shall have to smile,but if you kiss me on the mouth this Paradise will vanish deep into the earth,and you will lose it.The cutting winds of the wasteland will blow about you,the cold rain will drip from your hair,and sorrow and toil will be your destiny.”
“I shall stay,”the Prince said.
The East Wind kissed his forehead.“Be strong,”he said,“and in a hundred years we shall meet here again.Farewell!Farewell!”Then the East Wind spread his tremendous wings that flashed like lightning seen at harvest time or like the Northern Lights in the winter cold.
“Farewell!farewell!”the leaves and trees echoed the sound,as the storks and the pelicans flew with him to the end of the garden,in lines that were like ribbons streaming through the air.
“Now we will start our dances,”the fairy said.“When I have danced the last dance with you at sundown,you will see me hold out my hands to you,and hear me call.‘Come with me.’But do not come.Every evening for a hundred years,I shall have to repeat this.Every time that you resist,your strength will grow,and at last you will not even think of yielding to temptation.This evening is the first time,so take warning!”
And the fairy led him into a large hall of white,transparent lilies.The yellow stamens of each flower formed a small golden harp,which vibrated to the music of strings and flutes.The loveliest maidens,floating and slender,came dancing by,clad in such airy gauze that one could see how perfectly shaped they were.They sang of the happiness of life—they who would never die—and they sang that the Garden of Paradise would forever bloom.
The sun went down.The sky turned to shining gold,and in its light the lilies took on the color of the loveliest roses.The Prince drank the sparkling wine that the maidens offered him,and felt happier than he had ever been.He watched the background of the hall thrown open,and the Tree of Knowledge standing in a splendor which blinded his eyes.The song from the tree was as soft and lovely as his dear mother's voice,and it was as if she were saying,“My child,my dearest child.”