I am in the arms of the king’s son Iwanich, but it is time to leave. I am under the power of a witch who has put me far out of his reach.
“Think of your love Militza, if you never see her again,” I say, slipping a diamond ring on his finger. “But if your love is really true, come and find me in my own kingdom. I may not show you the way there, but the ring will guide you. If you have love and courage enough to undertake this journey, whenever you come to a crossroad, always look at this diamond before you settle on which way you are going to take. If it sparkles as brightly as ever, go straight on, but if its luster is dimmed, choose another path.”
I kiss him on the forehead, and vanish through the branches of the apple tree in a little white cloud.