'Because they always throw out their sweepings in the face of the
sun.'

'And why is it that a miller, who has a large mill with all the best
machinery and gets plenty of corn to grind is so poor that he can
hardly live from day to day?'

'Because the miller keeps everything for himself, and does not give
to those who need it.'

The prince wrote down the answers to his questions, took a friendly
leave of Lucky Luck, and set off for home.

When he reached the stream it asked if he brought it any good
news. 'When I get across I will tell you,' said he. So the stream
parted; he walked through and on to the highest part of the bank.
He stopped and shouted out:

'Listen, oh stream! Lucky Luck says you will never have any living
creature in your waters until someone is drowned in you.'

The words were hardly out of his mouth when the stream swelled
and overflowed till it reached the rock up which he had climbed,
and dashed so far up it that the spray flew over him. But he clung
on tight, and after failing to reach him three times the stream
returned to its proper course. Then the prince climbed down, dried
himself in the sun, and set out on his march home.

He spent the night once more at the mill and gave the miller his