"Send me no more liars and cowards but the son who actually did steal from me my glorious Nightingale Gisar."
In despair the Sultan went to the mosque to pray. As he bowed his head he heard the Nightingale burst forth in song. Then when he looked up he saw a beggar youth standing near the fountain.
When his prayers were finished the Sultan went outside to the Dervish and said to him:
"The Warrior Princess, Flower o' the World, demands that I send her another son. I know not where my Third Son is. What shall I do?"
Without looking at the Sultan the Dervish answered in his sing-song voice:
"Send her the son for whom the Nightingale sings."
The Sultan turned away in disappointment, not understanding what the Dervish meant, but one of his attendants plucked his sleeve and whispered:
"The Nightingale sings for yonder beggar youth. Perhaps it is he the Dervish means. Why not ask him if he will go to Flower o' the World in place of your Youngest Son?"
The Flower o' the World Asleep