The cook when he heard this was afraid, and threw the mint into the garden again. As soon as it touched the ground it became a lovely creeper, which grew and grew until it gradually approached the bed-chamber of the Prince.
The false Princess when she saw it at once remembered how she had thrown the fragments of the lotus lily into the garden, and, fearing lest this might be an offshoot from it, she ordered her gardener to uproot the creeper and cut it down at once.
The gardener did so, but as he was removing it, the one and only fruit on the tree fell to the ground and rolled under a jessamine bush, where it remained in security.
The gardener’s daughter, who came every morning to gather flowers from this bush to weave into garlands, accidentally noticed the fruit lying beneath it, picked it up, and carried it home.
As she entered the gardener’s little hut, the fruit fell to the ground and broke open, and out of it stepped the lovely Anar Pari.
The good people of the house were filled with wonder and admiration to see so peerless a being in their humble cottage. They gave her shelter and fed her, the gardener’s daughter loving her as a sister, and the gardener as a father.
One day, as the gardener’s daughter sat weaving her garlands of jessamine for the King’s Court, the fairy said: “Please allow me to make one too; and when it is ready, take it and put it on the neck of the youngest Prince.”
So she made it; and when two garlands were completed they were taken to the Prince and Princess. The Princess noticed that the Prince’s garland was made in wonderful fashion, and enquired who had made it. They told her that a very lovely woman living in the gardener’s hut had made it, and, suspecting at once that this was Anar Pari come to life again, she thought of some plan by which she could destroy her.
The next day she feigned great illness and a very severe headache, which she declared nothing would cure but the placing of a heart of a young and beautiful girl on her forehead. She therefore begged for the heart of the girl who lived in the gardener’s hut, and orders were given for her execution.
The gardener and his daughter wept most bitterly, and the executioners were feign to spare the life of so lovely a woman; yet they were obliged to fulfil their orders, so they led the girl to the place of execution.