“Sir,” answered the princess smiling, “they are not musicians, but the leaves of the trees your majesty sees before you, which form this concert; and if you will give yourself the trouble to go a little nearer, you will be convinced, and the voices will be the more distinct.”

The emperor went nearer, and was so charmed with the sweet harmony, that he would never have been tired with hearing it, but that his desire to have a nearer view of the fountain of yellow water forced him away.  “Daughter,” said he, “tell me, I pray you, whether this wonderful tree was found in your garden by chance, or was a present made to you, or have you procured it from some foreign country?  It must certainly have come from a great distance, otherwise, curious as I am after natural rarities, I should have heard of it.  What name do you call it by?”

“Sir,” replied the princess, “this tree has no other name than that of the singing tree, and is not a native of this country.  It would at present take up too much time to tell your majesty by what adventures it came here; its history is connected with the yellow water, and the speaking bird, which came to me at the same time, and which your majesty may see after you have taken a nearer view of the golden water.  But if it be agreeable to your majesty, after you have rested yourself, and recovered the fatigue of hunting, which must be the greater because of the sun’s intense heat, I will do myself the honour of relating it to you.”

“My daughter,” replied the emperor, “my fatigue is so well recompensed by the wonderful things you have shewn me, that I do not feel it the least.  I think only of the trouble I give you.  Let us finish by seeing the yellow water.  I am impatient to see and admire the speaking bird.”

When the emperor came to the yellow water, his eyes were fixed so steadfastly upon the fountain, that he could not take them off.  At last, addressing himself to the princess, he said, “As you tell me, daughter, that this water has no spring or communication, I conclude that it is foreign, as well as the singing tree.”

“Sir,” replied the princess, “it is as your majesty conjectures; and to let you know that this water has no communication with any spring, I must inform you that the basin is one entire stone, so that the water cannot come in at the sides or underneath.  But what your majesty will think most wonderful is, that all this water proceeded but from one small flagon, emptied into this basin, which increased to the quantity you see, by a property peculiar to itself, and formed this fountain.”  “Well,” said the emperor, going from the fountain, “this is enough for one time.  I promise myself the pleasure to come and visit it often; but now let us go and see the speaking bird.”

As he went towards the hall, the emperor perceived a prodigious number of singing birds in the trees around, filling the air with their songs and warblings, and asked, why there were so many there, and none on the other trees in the garden?  “The reason, sir,” answered the princess, “is, because they come from all parts to accompany the song of the speaking bird, which your majesty may see in a cage in one of the windows of the hall we are approaching; and if you attend, you will perceive that his notes are sweeter than those of any of the other birds, even the nightingale.”