The fairy did as she wished, and the young woman said: “Look how beautiful I am; let us go to the well and behold our reflections in the water to see which is the most beautiful.”
The fairy bent forward to see herself, and, as she did so, the young woman pushed her so that she fell into the well and sank into the water.
Having done this, the wicked young woman woke up the Prince, saying: “Come, let us go to the King’s Palace.”
The Prince looked doubtfully at her, but, being still half asleep, and seeing that she wore the same dress as Anar Pari had on, he assented, believing his passing doubt to be unreasonable.
His arrival at the Palace was made an occasion for great rejoicings, and all were glad that he was at last happily married.
The new Princess would never allow him to leave her, for she feared that he might return to the well; but one day, unknown to her, he found his way there, and looking in, saw floating upon the water a most exquisite lotus lily of pure white, the most perfect flower he had ever seen.
He asked his servants to hook it out for him; but each time they tried to do so, the flower disappeared beneath the water. At last he tried himself to get it, and succeeded easily, for the lily floated towards the hook that he let down.
The Prince took the flower home and looked after it with the greatest care; but when his wife heard where it had come from, she went at night and, tearing it into several pieces, flung it out of the window.
As the broken fragments of the lotus touched the earth, they turned into a bed of mint which grew luxuriantly.
Some of this mint was earned into the King’s kitchen, to be used for seasoning dishes; but as the cook began to fry it, a voice was heard from the frying pan, saying: “Here am I, the real Princess, being fried to death, while the wicked woman who threw me into the well has taken my place.”