“Pray have mercy upon me,” said the princess.
“Take compassion on my tears, and deliver me out of this barrel.”
“I’ll do no such thing,” said Emelian, “I am lazy.”
The princess began again to beseech him:
“Have mercy upon me, Emelian; save me out of this barrel, and do not let me die.”
The fool, being moved by her entreaties and tears, said to her:
“Very well, I will do this one thing for you.” After that, he said softly to himself: “At the pike’s behest, and at my request, cast up, O sea, this barrel, in which we lie, on some dry place, as near as possible to our own country; and do thou, barrel on coming to dry ground, go to pieces of thyself.”
Scarcely had the fool uttered these words when the sea began to heave, and forthwith cast the barrel on dry ground, whereupon the barrel went to pieces of itself. Emelian arose, and
went with the princess farther up the land on which they were cast, and the fool perceived that they were upon a very beautiful island, on which were a great number of trees of different kinds, and with all kinds of fruits; and the princess, seeing these things, was very much rejoiced that they were upon so beautiful an island. In a little time, however, she said:
“But Emelian, where are we to live, for here I don’t see a hut or any kind of shelter?”