The four fakeers were quarreling over these four things.  One said, “I want this;” another said, “You cannot have it, for I want it;” and so on.

The Rajah’s son said to them, “Do not quarrel for these things.  I will shoot four arrows in four different directions.  Whichever of you gets to my first arrow, shall have the first thing—­the bed.  Whosoever gets to the second arrow, shall have the second thing—­the bag.  He who gets to the third arrow, shall have the third thing—­the bowl.  And he who gets to the fourth arrow, shall have the last things—­the stick and rope.”  To this they agreed.  And the Prince shot off his first arrow.  Away raced the fakeers to get it.  When they brought it back to him he shot off the second, and when they had found and brought it to him he shot off his third, and when they had brought him the third he shot off the fourth.

While they were away looking for the fourth arrow the Rajah’s son let his horse loose in the jungle and sat on the bed, taking the bowl, the stick and rope, and the bag with him.  Then he said, “Bed, I wish to go to the Princess Labam’s country.”  The little bed instantly rose up into the air and began to fly, and it flew and flew till it came to the Princess Labam’s country, where it settled on the ground.  The Rajah’s son asked some men he saw, “Whose country is this?”

“The Princess Labam’s country,” they answered.  Then the Prince went on till he came to a house where he saw an old woman.

“Who are you?” she said.  “Where do you come from?”

“I come from a far country,” he said; “do let me stay with you to-night.”

“No,” she answered, “I cannot let you stay with me; for our King has ordered that men from other countries may not stay in his country.  You cannot stay in my house.”

“You are my aunty,” said the Prince; “let me remain with you for this one night.  You see it is evening, and if I go into the jungle, then the wild beasts will eat me.”

“Well,” said that old woman, “you may stay here to-night; but to-morrow morning you must go away, for if the King hears you have passed the night in my house, he will have me seized and put into prison.”

Then she took him into her house, and the Rajah’s son was very glad.  The old woman began preparing dinner, but he stopped her.  “Aunty,” he said, “I will give you food.”  He put his hand into his bag, saying, “Bag, I want some dinner,” and the bag gave him instantly a delicious dinner, served up on two gold plates.  The old woman and the Rajah’s son then dined together.

When they had finished eating, the old woman said, “Now I will fetch some water.”

“Don’t go,” said the Prince.  “You shall have plenty of water directly.”  So he took his bowl and said to it, “Bowl, I want some water,” and then it filled with water.  When it was full, the Prince cried out, “Stop, bowl!” and the bowl stopped filling.  “See, aunty,” he said, “with this bowl I can always get as much water as I want.”