The Prince said, “My life is in my breast.”
The girl told the woman, “He said it is in his breast.”
The woman said, “It is not in the breast. Tell him to speak the truth.”
Afterwards she said again to the Prince, “Mother says it is not in your breast. She said that you are to speak the truth.”
Then the Prince said, “My life is in my sword.”
So the girl told the widow-mother, “He said it is in his sword.”
When a long time had gone by, one day the Prince, laying down the sword, went to sleep. After the Prince had gone to sleep, the widow woman and that girl having quietly taken the sword, put it in the fire on the hearth. Then as the sword burnt and burnt away the Prince died.
After that, the widow woman took the girl, and gave her to the King, and the woman also stayed at the palace.
Then the Blue-lotus flower which the Prince gave to those three giants on going away, faded, and the lime trees died. When the giants saw this they said, “Aḍē! Our elder brother will have died,” and having spoken together, the three giants came to seek the Prince.
Having come there, and asked the men of the city at which the Prince stayed, regarding him, they went to the house in which he lived, and searched for him. As they were digging in a heap of rubbish, they found that a little bit of the end of the sword was there, and they took it. Afterwards the giants placed it on a bed, and after they had tended it carefully, the sword little by little became larger. When the sword became completely restored, the Prince was created afresh.