He put his hand into his pocket, and brought out the Pink. It was a finer one than the King had ever seen before. Then his son said, ‘Now, I will show her to you in her true form.’
The moment his wish was uttered, she stood before them in all her beauty, which was greater than any artist could paint.
The King sent ladies and gentlemen-in-waiting to the tower to bring the Queen back to his royal table. But when they reached the tower they found that she would no longer eat or drink, and she said, ‘The merciful God, who has preserved my life so long, will soon release me now.’
Three days after she died. At her burial the two white Doves which had brought her food during her captivity, followed and hovered over her grave.
The old King caused the wicked Cook to be torn into four quarters; but his own heart was filled with grief and remorse, and he died soon after.
His son married the beautiful Maiden he had brought home with him as a Flower, and, for all I know, they may be living still.
