the faithful animal again drew its master back from the precipice, and guided him to a tree by which flowed a clear brook. the king’s son sat down there, but the lion lay down, and sprinkled the water in his face with its paws. scarcely had a couple of drops wetted the sockets of his eyes, than he was once more able to see something, and remarked a little bird flying quite close by, which wounded itself against the trunk of a tree. on this it went down to the water and bathed itself therein, and then it soared upwards and swept between the trees without touching them, as if it had recovered its sight again. then the king’s son recognized a sign from god and stooped down to the water, and washed and bathed his face in it. and when he arose he had his eyes once more, brighter and clearer than they had ever been.