Fannie Louise Apjohn, The Enchanted Island
“ Immediately Daimur put on his spectacles, and standing back looked at the tree. He could see imprisoned in the center of the trunk a young man with a pale, thin face. His eyes were wild and his hair long, and he looked back at Daimur with such a sad expression. "Poor, poor fellow," said Daimur, "your plight is worse than your brother's. This is more of the Evil Magician's work." "Yes, he has enchanted me, and I am slowly dying," answered Tasmir in a weak voice. "You can see that the leaves of my tree are dropping." "What can I do to save you?" cried Daimur. ”
