“Fare you well,” says he.  “I go to seek your sisters.  As soon as I have found them I will come back.”

And at that she let him go.

He walked on further through the underworld, and came at last to a palace of silver, gleaming in the strange light.

He went in there, and was met with sweet words and kindness by the second of the three lovely princesses.  In that palace he killed a snake with six heads.  The Princess begged him to stay; but he told her he had yet to find her eldest sister.  At that she wished him the help of God, and he left her, and went on further.

He walked and walked, and came at last to a palace of gold, glittering in the light of the underworld.  All happened as in the other palaces.  The eldest of the three daughters of the King met him with courtesy and kindness.  And he killed a snake with twelve heads and freed the Princess from her imprisonment.  The Princess rejoiced, and thanked Sunrise, and set about her packing to go home.

And this was the way of her packing.  She went out into the broad courtyard and waved a scarlet handkerchief, and instantly the whole palace, golden and glittering, and the kingdom belonging to it, became little, little, little, till it went into a little golden egg.  The Princess tied the egg in a corner of her handkerchief, and set out with Sunrise to join her sisters and go home to her father.

Her sisters did their packing in the same way.  The silver palace and its kingdom were packed by the second sister into a little silver egg.  And when they came to the copper palace, the youngest of the three lovely princesses clapped her hands and kissed Sunrise on both his cheeks, and waved a scarlet handkerchief, and instantly the copper palace and its kingdom were packed into a little copper egg, shining ruddy and green.

And so Sunrise and the three daughters of the King came to the foot of the deep hole down which he had come into the underworld.  And there was the rope hanging with the loop at its end.  And they sat in the loop, and Evening and Midnight pulled them up one by one, rejoicing together.  Then the three brothers took, each of them, a princess with him on his horse, and they all rode together back to the old King, telling talcs and singing songs as they went.  The Princess from the golden palace rode with Evening on his horse of dusky brown; the Princess from the silver palace rode with Midnight on his horse as black as charcoal; but the Princess from the copper palace, the youngest of them all, rode with Sunrise on his horse, white as a summer cloud.  Merry was the journey through the green forest, and gladly they rode over the open plain, till they came at last to the palace of her father.

There was the old King, sitting melancholy alone, when the three brothers with the princesses rode into the courtyard of the palace.  The old King was so glad that he laughed and cried at the same time, and his tears ran down his beard.