complain," a low voice said. "All will yet be well."

"How can all be well," wept poor Dobrunka, "when I have no eyes and no
feet and no hands? I shall never again see the bright sun and the
green woods. I shall never again hold in my arms my beloved Dobromil.
Nor shall I be able to spin fine flax for his shirts! Oh, what did I
ever do to you, wicked mother, or to you, cruel sister, that you have
done this to me?"

The hermit went to the entrance of the cave and called three times.
Soon a boy came running in answer to the call.

"Wait here till I come back," the hermit said.

He returned in a short time with a golden spinning wheel in his arms.
He said to the boy:

"My son, take this spinning wheel to town to the king's palace. Sit
down in the courtyard near the gate and if any one asks you for how
much you will sell the wheel, say: 'For two eyes.' Unless you are
offered two eyes for it bring it back."

The boy took the spinning wheel and carried it to town as the hermit
directed. He went to the palace and sat down in the courtyard near
the gate, just as Zloboha and her mother were returning from a walk.

"Look, mother!" Zloboha cried. "What a gorgeous spinning wheel! I
could spin on that myself! Wait. I'll ask whether it's for sale."

She went over to the boy and asked him would he sell the spinning
wheel.

"Yes," he said, "if I get what I want."

"What do you want?"

"I want two eyes."

"Two eyes?"

"Yes, two eyes. My father told me to accept nothing for it but two
eyes. So I can't sell it for money."

The longer Zloboha looked at the spinning wheel the more beautiful it
seemed to her and the more she wanted it. Suddenly she remembered
Dobrunka's eyes that she had hidden away.

"Mother," she said, "as a queen I ought to have something no one else
has. When the king comes home he will want me to spin, and just think
how lovely I should look sitting at this golden wheel. Now we've got
those eyes of Dobrunka's. Let us exchange them for the golden spinning
wheel. We'll still have the hands and feet."

The mother, who was as foolish as the daughter, agreed. So Zloboha
got the eyes and gave them to the boy for the spinning wheel.

The boy hurried back to the forest and handed the eyes to the hermit.
The old man took them and gently put them into place. Instantly
Dobrunka could see.

The first thing she saw was the old hermit himself with his tall spare
figure and long white beard. The last rays of th