“Oh,” said the second son, “you are a fool. I knew that you could do nothing good.”
On the following morning, the second son started for the seashore; and the voice spoke to him, and asked, “Where are you going, king’s son?”
“To build a pig-sty,” answered he. “May you prosper in justice and truth,” said the voice.
He worked all day; and in the evening it was a pig-sty that he had. He came home; and now the brothers were doleful because they had not a ship in which to sail to the princess.
The following morning, the king’s grandson said, “Give me the tools, to see can I myself do anything.”
“What can you do, you fool?” asked the uncles.
“That matters not,” replied he. He left the castle; and at the place where the voice spoke to his uncles, it spoke to him also, and asked, “What are you going to do, Blaiman, son of Apple?” (He did not know his origin till then.)
“I am going to build a ship,” said Blaiman.
“That it may thrive with you in justice and truth,” said the voice.