He paid no heed to these, until suddenly there came a great clap of thunder, followed by an earthquake. This so startled the boy that he looked round, and in a moment was turned into stone.
The poor little sister at home, discovering that she could no longer separate her beads, was grieved indeed, knowing that some harm had befallen her brother; and she wept bitterly.
On this her second brother said he would go and seek him, and also find the three things she required for her house.
His sister implored him not to leave her, for he was all she had left; but he was determined, so she was obliged to reluctantly consent to his going.
Before leaving he gave her a flower, and said: “Sister, as long as this flower keeps fresh, you will know that I am alive and well; but if it should close or fade, you may feel sure that I too am dead.”
Then he mounted his steed and started on his journey.
Soon he met the old Fakir, who warned him as he had warned his brother, saying: “My son, so many have gone on this quest and have lost their lives; your own brother has lost his life, and yet you wish to go. Turn back, I advise you.”
“No,” said the boy, “I am determined to find my brother, and also the bird, music, and stream of water.”
Then the Fakir gave him also a ball of string, with the same directions which he had given his brother; and he continued on his journey.
As he reached the hill, he too heard the same hissing, shouting, and cries to stop; but he heeded nothing, until at last came the peal of thunder and earthquake, which so terrified him that he turned round to look, and he too was turned into stone.