Upon nights like this at least she would come out and bask
in the moonlight, and make his soul blessed. But while he thus
dreamed she sprang to her feet, turned her face full to the moon,
and began singing as she would draw her down from the sky by the power
of her entrancing voice. She looked more beautiful than ever.
Again she began dancing to her own music, and danced away into
the distance. Once more she returned in a similar manner;
but although he was watching as eagerly as before, what with fatigue
and what with gazing, he fell fast asleep before she came near him.
When he awoke it was broad daylight, and the princess was nowhere.

He could not leave the place. What if she should come the next night!
He would gladly endure a day's hunger to see her yet again:
he would buckle his belt quite tight. He walked round the glade
to see if he could discover any prints of her feet. But the grass
was so short, and her steps had been so light, that she had not
left a single trace behind her. He walked half-way round the wood
without seeing anything to account for her presence. Then he
spied a lovely little house, with thatched roof and low eaves,
surrounded by an exquisite garden, with doves and peacocks walking
in it. Of course this must be where the gracious lady who loved
the moonlight lived. Forgetting his appearance, he walked towards
the door, determined to make inquiries, but as he passed a little
pond full of gold and silver fishes, he caught sight of himself
and turned to find the door to the kitchen. There he knocked,
and asked for a piece of bread. The good-natured cook brought him in,
and gave him an excellent breakfast, which the prince found nothing
the worse for being served in the kitchen. While he ate, he talked
with his entertainer, and learned that this was the favourite
retreat of the Princess Daylight. But he learned nothing more,