She grew accustomed to the motion of her great steed's swimming, and as she kept her eyes fast shut she did not see how near she was to the water, and felt as if in a peaceful dream.

And after a while the feeling became reality, for she fell fast asleep and dreamt she was in her little turret chamber, listening to the wind softly blowing through the casement.
"When she awoke she was alone.

She was lying on a couch, but this time not of moss, but of the richest and softest silk.

She rubbed her eyes and looked about her.

Was she in her father's castle?
Had her youth and her courage softened the monster's heart, and made him carry her back again to her happy home?
For a moment she thought it must be so; but no, when she looked again, none of the rooms in her old home were so beautiful as this one where she found herself.