Then his son said, 'Gracious father, I will show her to you first in
the guise of a beautiful flower.'
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.