“You see,” said the maiden, “I have this splendid palace and measureless wealth and property; but I have a grief which grows in my heart day and night, and I spend my life sighing all the time. Please ask your Luck about me, and if you bring me a device to make me happy, I promise to reward you bountifully.”
The man promised, and went on his way until he came to the mountain top where his Luck had fallen on his face. He described to him his own unfortunate condition, and poured out all his grievances. Luck listened to him attentively, and said:
“Everything may yet be well, seeing that you have come so far in search of me.”
Then the man asked of Luck the things he had promised to ask, and received answers.
“Now will you not come with me?” asked the man.
“Go first,” said Luck, “I will come after you.”
The man returned. On his way back, he first met the maiden, and said:
“Your grief will disappear, and you shall be happy as soon as you marry a young man of your choice.”
Then he met the gardener, and said:
“There is gold-ore in the spring from which flows the water with which you irrigate your orchard. The plants suck up particles of gold, which causes the fruits to be bitter. You must either irrigate your orchard by the water of some other spring, or take away the ore from the present fountain,—then your fruits will be sweet.”