It is impossible to express the prince’s joy:  “Dear princess,” continued he to himself, “this happy minute, which restores to me a treasure so precious to thee, is, without doubt, a presage of our meeting again, and perhaps sooner than I think of.  Thank heaven who sent me this good fortune, and gives me hope of the greatest felicity that my heart can desire.”

Saying this, he kissed the talisman, wrapped it up in a riband, and tied it carefully about his arm.  He had been almost every night a stranger to rest, the recollection of his misfortunes keeping him awake, but this night he enjoyed calm repose:  he rose somewhat later the next morning than he used to do, and went to the gardener for orders.  The good man bade him root up an old tree which bore no fruit.

Kummir al Zummaun took an axe and began his work.  In cutting off a branch of the root, he found his axe struck against something that resisted the blow.  He removed the earth, and discovered a broad plate of brass, under which was a staircase of ten steps.  He went down, and at the bottom saw a cavity about six yards square with fifty brass urns placed in order, each with a cover over it.  He opened them all, one after another, and found they were all of them full of gold-dust.  He came out of the cave, rejoicing that he had found such a vast treasure, put the brass plate on the staircase, and had the tree rooted up by the gardener’s return.

The gardener had ascertained that the ship which was bound for the isle of Ebene, would sail in a few days, but the exact time was not yet fixed.  His friend promised to let him know the day, if he called upon him on the morrow; and while the prince was rooting up the tree, he went to have his answer.  He returned with a joyful countenance, by which the prince guessed he brought him good news.  “Son,” said the old man (so he always called him on account of the difference of years between him and the prince) “be joyful, and prepare to embark in three days; the ship will then certainly sail; I have agreed with the captain for your passage.”

“In my present situation,” replied Kummir al Zummaun, “you could not bring me more agreeable intelligence; and in return, I have also tidings that will be as welcome to you:  come along with me, and you shall see what good fortune heaven has in store for you.”

The prince led the gardener to the place where he had rooted up the tree, made him go down into the cave, shewed him what a treasure he had discovered, thanking Providence for rewarding his virtue, and the pains he had been at for so many years.  “What do you mean?” replied the gardener:  “do you imagine I will take these riches as mine?  The property is yours:  I have no right to it.  For fourscore years, since my father’s death, I have done nothing but dig in this garden, and could not discover this treasure, which is a sign it was destined for you, since God has permitted you to find it.  It is better suited to a prince like you than to me; I have one foot in the grave, and am in no want of any thing.  Providence has bestowed it upon you, just when you are returning to that country, which will one day be your own, where you will make good use of it.”