Then she made the little apple roll round the plate, and there appeared on it many towns, one after the other, with bodies of soldiers near them, with their standards and artillery. Then the soldiers made ready for the fight, and the officers stood in their places. The firing commenced, the smoke arose, and hid it all from view. The little apple began again to roll on the plate, and there appeared the sea covered with ships, their flags streaming in the wind. The guns began to fire, the smoke arose, and again all disappeared from their sight. The apple again began to roll on the plate, and there appeared on it the beautiful sky with suns and stars.
The czar was astonished. The girl fell down on her knees before him, and cried,—
"Oh, Sire, take my little plate and my little apple, and forgive my sisters!"
The czar was moved by her tears and entreaties, and forgave the wicked sisters; the delighted girl sprang up and began to embrace and kiss them. The czar smiled, took her by the hand and said, "I honour the goodness of your heart, and admire your beauty. Would you like to become my wife?"
"Sire," answered the beautiful girl, "I obey your royal command; but allow me first to ask my parents' permission."
