The stream parted at once, and the prince walked through without
wetting his feet; and directly he got to the other side he told his
story as he had promised.

'Oh, do ask Lucky Luck,' cried the brook, 'why, though I am such a
clear, bright, rapid stream I never have a fish or any other living
creature in my waters.'

The prince said he would do so, and continued his journey.

When he got quite clear of the forest he walked on through a lovely
valley till he reached a little house thatched with rushes, and he
went in to rest for he was very tired.

Everything in the house was beautifully clean and tidy, and a
cheerful honest-looking old woman was sitting by the fire.

'Good-morning, mother,' said the prince.

'May Luck be with you, my son. What brings you into these parts?'

'I am looking for Lucky Luck,' replied the prince.

'Then you have come to the right place, my son, for I am his
mother. He is not at home just now, he is out digging in the
vineyard. Do you go too. Here are two spades. When you find him
begin to dig, but don't speak a word to him. It is now eleven
o'clock. When he sits down to eat his dinner sit beside him and eat
with him. After dinner he will question you, and then tell him all