Again the Lady waited, deep inside the shelter of the cave, while the Beast her brother searched for food and water to sustain them until the Hero’s return. On the second day of his absence, a great storm grew outside and the wind whistled mightily along the rocks. She abased herself on the ground and prayed to the gods that her brother had found shelter, and that the Hero’s ships were not even now upon the sea in search of her, for they would surely be wrecked in the surf.
When the storm cleared, the Lady ventured outside in great anxiety, and magnificent was her delight at the sight of a fleet of ships safely at anchor nearby, and boats even now landing upon the beach below. She flew down the path from the cliffs, animated with joy that she would soon be gathered into the embrace of the Hero, from whose arms she vowed she would never allow herself to be parted again.
But as she reached the golden sand, she stopped short, for she saw that the man leading his party ashore was not the Hero at all, but her husband the Prince . . .
THE BOOK OF TIME, A. M. HAYWOOD (1921)