He thought it was that the blue suited her yet better than the white; he did not know that she was really more beautiful because the moon was nearer the full.

In fact the next night was full moon, and the princess would then be at the zenith of her loveliness.
The prince feared for some time that she was not coming near his hiding-place that night; but the circles in her dance ever widened as the moon rose, until at last they embraced the whole glade, and she came still closer to the trees where he was hiding than she had come the night before.

He was entranced with her loveliness, for it was indeed a marvellous thing.

All night long he watched her, but dared not go near her.

He would have been ashamed of watching her too, had he not become almost incapable of thinking of anything but how beautiful she was.