Next morning the same thing happened. But on this occasion the peahen bade the servant tell the prince that she would come again the following day for the last time. When the third day dawned the prince went again to the lake, and fearing to fall asleep he decided to gallop along the marge instead of pacing slowly as before. His deceitful servant, however, pursuing him closely, again found an opportunity for using the bellows, and yet again the prince fell asleep.
Shortly afterward the peahens came; eight of them went as usual to bathe, and the ninth alighted on the prince’s horse and tried to awaken him. She embraced him and spoke thus: “Awake, my darling! Sweetheart, arise! Ah, my soul!” But her efforts were futile; the prince was sleeping as if he were dead. Then she said to the servant: “When thy master awakes tell him to cut off the head of the nail; then only he may be able to find me again.”
Saying this the peahen disappeared with her sisters, and they had hardly disappeared when the prince awoke and asked his servant: “Have they been here?” And the malicious fellow answered: “Yes; the one who alighted on your horse ordered me to tell you that, if you wish to find her again, you must first cut off the head of the nail.” Hearing this the prince unsheathed his sword and struck off his faithless servant’s head.
The Quest Resumed
The prince now resumed his pilgrimage alone, and after long journeying he came to a mountain where he met a hermit, who offered hospitality to him. In the course of conversation the prince asked his host whether he knew anything about the nine peahens; the hermit replied: “O my son, you are really fortunate! God himself has shown you the right way. From here to their dwelling is but half a day’s walk; to-morrow I will point you the way.”
The prince rose very early the next morning, prepared himself for the journey, thanked the hermit for giving him shelter, and went on as he was directed. He came to a large gate, and, passing through it, he turned to the right; toward noon he observed some white walls, the sight of which rejoiced him very much. Arriving at this castle he asked the way to the palace of the nine peahens, and proceeding he soon came to it. He was, of course, challenged by the guards, who asked his name and whence he came. When the queen heard that he had arrived, she was overwhelmed with joy, and turning into a maiden she ran swiftly to the gate and led the prince into the palace.
There was great feasting and rejoicing when, later, their nuptials were solemnized, and after the wedding the prince remained within the palace and lived in peace.
Now one day the queen went for a walk in the palace grounds accompanied by an attendant, the prince remaining in the palace. Before starting the queen gave her spouse the keys of twelve cellars, saying: “You may go into the cellars, all but one; do not on any account go into the twelfth; you must not even open the door!”
The prince soon began to speculate upon what there could possibly be in the twelfth cellar; and having opened one cellar after the other, he stood hesitatingly at the door of the twelfth. He who hesitates is lost, and so the prince finally inserted the key in the lock and the next moment had passed into the forbidden place. In the middle of the floor was a huge cask bound tightly round with three strong iron hoops. The bung-hole was open and from within the cask came a muffled voice which said: “I pray thee, brother, give me a drink of water, else I shall die of thirst!” The prince took a glass of water and poured it through the bung-hole; immediately one hoop burst. Then the voice spake again: “O brother give me more water lest I should die of thirst!” The good-hearted prince emptied a second glass into the cask, and a second hoop instantly came asunder. Again the voice implored: “O brother, give me yet a third glass! I am still consumed by thirst!” The prince made haste to gratify the unseen speaker, and as he poured in the water the third hoop burst, the cask fell in pieces, and a great dragon struggled out from the wreck, rushed through the door and flew into the open. Very soon he fell in with the queen, who was on her way back to the palace, and carried her off. Her attendant, affrighted, rushed to the prince with the intelligence, and the news came as a thunderbolt.
For a time the prince was as one distraught, but then he became more calm and he resolved to set out again in search of his beloved queen. In his wanderings he came to a river, and, walking along its bank, he noticed in a little hole a small fish leaping and struggling. When the fish saw the prince it began to beseech him piteously: “Be my brother-in-God! Throw me back into the stream; some day I may, perhaps, be useful to you! But be sure to take a scale from me, and when you are in need of help rub it gently.” The prince picked up the fish, took a scale from it, and threw the poor creature into the water; then he carefully wrapped the scale in his handkerchief.