As it happened before, so it befell that day also. Finist the Falcon had no for the girl who waited on him at table, and in the evening, sad and sorrowful, she went out to the blue sea-ocean, and sitting down on the soft sand, took out the golden hammer and the ten diamond nails and began to play with them. A little later the Tsar‘s daughter, with her maids and attendants, came walking along the beach, and seeing how the hammer drove the nails by itself, coveted the plaything and desired to buy it.
“It shall be thine,” said the girl, “if thou wilt pay me my price.”
“And what is the price?” asked the Tsar’s daughter.
“Let me watch a second night beside the bed of thy promised husband.”
“So be it,” said the Tsar’s daughter; and that night, after Finist the Falcon had fallen asleep, she put into his hair the enchanted pin, so that he could not waken, and brought the girl to his room. “Give me, now, the golden hammer and the diamond nails,” she said, “and thou mayest keep the flies from him till day-dawn.”
So that night, too, the merchant’s daughter leaned over her beloved through the long dark hours, weeping and crying to him: “Finist my love, my bright Falcon, awake and speak to me! I have come at last to thee! I have journeyed to the fiftieth Tsardom of the eightieth land, and have washed the blood from thy shirt with my tears!” But because of the enchanted pin Finist could not waken, and at day break the girl was sent back to her place in the kitchen.
When Finist came from his chamber, the Tsar’s daughter said: “Hast thou slept soundly, and art thou refreshed?”
He replied: “I slept, but it seemed to me that one I loved well bent over me, shedding bitter tears and begging me to arise, yet I could not wake. And because of this my own heart is heavy.”
And she said: “It was but a dream that today’s hunting will make thee speedily forget. No one was near thee while thou didst sleep.” So Finist the Falcon called for his horse and rode to the open steppe.
That day the merchant’s daughter wept and was exceeding sorrowful, for on the morrow Finist the Falcon was to be wed. “Never again shall I have the love of my bright falcon,” she thought. “Never more, because of my cruel sisters, may I call him to me with the little scarlet flower in my window!” When evening came, however, she dried her tears, sat down for a third time on the soft sand by the blue sea-ocean, and taking out the golden plate, set the diamond ball upon it. That evening also the Tsar’s daughter, with her serving-women, came walking on the beach, and as soon as she saw how the little diamond ball was rolling, rolling of itself, she coveted it and said: “Wilt thou sell these also for the same price thou didst ask for thy other playthings?”
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“Sur La Lune Fairy Tales:Russian Wonder Tales” http://www.surlalunefairytales.com/russian/russianwondertales/featherfinistfalcon.html