bravery and
courage and of all the perils he had endured in order to get the
Nightingale Gisar for his father's mosque.

"He came to me now as a beggar," she said, "but I knew him at once for
truth was in his mouth and courage in his eye. Behold, O warriors, your
future lord!"

Then the warriors waved their swords and cried:

"Long live the Flower o' the World! Long live the Sultan's Youngest
Son!"

All the Princess's army when they heard the news raised such a mighty
shout that the people in the Sultan's city heard and were filled with
dread not knowing what it meant. But soon they knew and then they, too,
went mad with joy that what had threatened to be a war was turning to a
wedding!

The Flower o' the World and her chief warriors and with them the
Youngest Prince rode slowly to the city. The Prince was now dressed as
befitted his rank and the Sultan when he saw him recognized him at once.

"Allah be praised!" he cried, "my Youngest Son lives!"

Then they told him all--how it was this Prince and not the older
brothers who had found the Nightingale Gisar and how the older brothers
had robbed him of his prize and beaten him insensible.

When the Sultan heard how wicked his older sons had been his grief for
their death was assuaged.

"Allah be praised," he said, "that I have at least one son who is
worthy!"

After the betrothal ceremony the Sultan and the Youngest Prince went to
the mosque to pray. While they prayed the Nightingale sang so gloriously
that it seemed to them they were no longer on earth but in Paradise.

When their prayers were finished and they were passing out, the Dervish
raised his sing-song voice and said:

"Now indeed is the Sultan's Mosque the most beautiful Mosque in the
World for the Nightingale Gisar sings beside the Fountain!"

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THE GIRL IN THE CHEST

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_The Story of the Third Sister Who Was Brave and Good_

THE GIRL IN THE CHEST

There was once a horrible Vampire who took the form of a handsome young
man and went to the house of an old woman who had three daughters and
pretended he wanted to marry the oldest.

"I live far from here," the Vampire said. "I own my own farm and am
well-to-do and in marrying me your daughter would get a desirable
husband. Indeed, I am so well off that I don't have to ask any dowry."

Now the old woman was so poor that she couldn't have given a penny of
dowry. That was the only reason why all thr