Prince Perviz, on the twentieth day after his departure, met the same dervish in the same place as his brother Bahman had done before him.  He went diredly up to him, and after he had saluted, asked him, if he could tell him where to find the speaking bird, the singing tree, and the golden water?  The dervish urged the same difficulties and remonstrances as he had done to prince Bahman, telling him, that a young gentleman, who very much resembled him, was with him a short time before; that, overcome by his importunity and pressing instances, he had shewn him the way, given him a guide, and told him how he should act to succeed; but that he had not seen him since, and doubted not but he had shared the same fate as all other adventurers.

“Good dervish,” answered prince Perviz, “I know whom you speak of; he was my elder brother, and I am informed of the certainty of his death, but know not the cause.”  “I can tell you,” replied the dervise; “he was changed into a black stone, as all I speak of have been; and you must expeft the same transformation, unless you observe more exaftly than he has done the advice I gave him, in case you persist in your resolution, which I once more entreat you to renounce.”

“Dervish,” said prince Perviz, “I cannot sufficiently express how much I am obliged for the concern you take in my life, who am a stranger to you, and have done nothing to deserve your kindness:  but I thoroughly considered this enterprise before I undertook it, and I cannot now relinquish it:  therefore I beg of you to do me the same favour you have done my brother.  Perhaps I may have better success in following your direftions.”  “Since I cannot prevail with you,” said the dervish, “to give up your obstinate resolution, if my age did not prevent me, and I could stand, I would get up to reach you a bowl I have here, which will shew you the way.”

Without giving the dervish time to say more, the prince alighted from his horse and went to the dervish, who had taken a bowl out of his bag, in which he had a great many, and gave it him, with the same directions he had given prince Bahman; and after warning him not to be discouraged by the voices he should hear without seeing any body, however threatening they might be, but to continue his way up the hill till he saw the cage and bird, he let him depart.

Prince Perviz thanked the dervish, and when he had remounted, and taken leave, threw the bowl before his horse, and spurring him at the same time, followed it.  When the bowl came to the bottom of the hill it stopped, the prince alighted, and stood some time to recollect the dervish’s directions.  He encouraged himself, and began to walk up with a resolution to reach the summit; but before he had gone above six steps, he heard a voice, which seemed to be near, as of a man behind him, say in an insulting tone, “Stay, rash youth, that I may punish you for your presumption.”

Upon this affront the prince, forgetting the dervish’s advice, clapped his hand upon his sword, drew it, and turned about to revenge himself; but had scarcely time to see that nobody followed him before he and his horse were changed into black stones.