That night at the feast with everyone in great jubilation, the princess made her move by slipping the toxic poison into the wine that the woman was drinking. Suddenly there was a shriek from one of the guests attending the reception. They pointed a finger straight at the princess. There was a gasp from everyone in the room. The princess quickly slipped the bottle of poison inside her dress, but it was too late, for everyone had seen what she did. Luckily, the young woman had not consumed any of the wine.
When the word had reached the king, he was deeply troubled. Just because he the murderess was his daughter he could make no exception. He would have to give her the trial as he did to the man. Her life would be decided on fate and decision. If she opened the door with a man behind it she would marry him. However, if the tiger sprang open her, she would be killed.
The following day the woman stood in the same spot that her lover had stood. She was in his shoes not knowing what might happen to her in the following minutes. She searched the crowd for the man, and saw him looking on with a blank look on his face. She then turned and headed for the door on the left. With anticipation and anxiety she slowly put her hand on the door and thrust it open.
For one second the arena stood still. The princess’ heart stopped. Then she heard what she did not want to hear. The bone chilling low growl of a tiger as it slowly walked towards its prey. With a gasp and last breath left in her she screamed. The tiger then pounced and ripped her flesh to pieces. The crowed looked on in fright. Some thought it was right that she should deserve death, yet others felt the opposite, including the semi-barbaric king. So in turn for jealousy, the youthful princess got what she had intended to inflict on the maiden, death.
