The Prince said, “When there is thirst, how can one not give water? I will give him a little.”
While he was bending down over the side of the vessel to get the water, the Heṭṭiyā raised him, and threw him into the river.
As the Prince fell into the river, the dried fish that he had previously put in the river took him on its back, and having brought him to the shore, left him there. The Heṭṭiyā and the Princess went on in the ship to the Heṭṭiyā’s house.
The Prince was in the sun, on a sandbank. Then, as a flower-mother was coming to the river for water, she saw the Prince, and said, “What is this, son, that you are in the sun? Come away and go with me.” Inviting him, and going to her house with him, she warmed some water and made him bathe, and gave him food.
While he was there, the Prince told all at the hand of the flower-mother. After telling it, when he said, “I must go again to the Heṭṭiyā’s house,” the flower mother said, “O son, let him do what he likes. Don’t you go. Stop here.”
The Prince replying, “I cannot stay without going, O flower-mother; I will go there and come back to you,” went there. After he had gone to the Heṭṭiyā’s house he found that men had collected together there, and were saying that the Heṭṭiyā and the Princess were to be married on such and such a day. He stayed listening to them, and went again to the flower-mother’s house.
After he returned, asking for four sallis at the hand of the flower-mother he went to the potters’ village, and giving them the four sallis told them, “When I come to-morrow you must have ready a kettle having three zig-zag lines round it and twelve spouts.” So saying, he came back to the flower-mother’s house.
On the morning of the following day he walked to the potters’ village, and taking the kettle, came to the Heṭṭiyā’s house. As he arrived, men were dancing, and the King was looking on. At the time when they were finishing dancing he got on the raised veranda, and looked on. The dancing being ended he came out to the wedding hall. Then the Princess saw him and laughed. At that moment the Heṭṭiyā trembled.
The Prince having gone there said, “Stop that. It is necessary for me to dance a little.” Then he began to tell them all from the very beginning: “We were of such and such a city, the sons of the King of such and such a name. We were two Princes, an elder brother and a younger brother. Our mother was dead. A flower-mother gave us food and clothing.”
Having thus said a little of the story that he was relating, he danced, and while dancing sang to the kettle that he held in his hand—