The sailors ran the ship into a creek, where ten slaves landed, carrying spades and pickaxes.  In the middle of the island they stopped, and after digging some time, lifted up what seemed to be a trapdoor.  They then returned to the vessel two or three times for furniture and provisions, and finally were accompanied by an old man, leading a handsome boy of fourteen or fifteen years of age.  They all disappeared down the trapdoor, and after remaining below for a few minutes came up again, but without the boy, and let down the trapdoor, covering it with earth as before.  This done, they entered the ship and set sail.

As soon as they were out of sight, I came down from my tree, and went to the place where the boy had been buried.  I dug up the earth till I reached a large stone with a ring in the centre.  This, when removed, disclosed a flight of stone steps which led to a large room richly furnished and lighted by tapers.  On a pile of cushions, covered with tapestry, sat the boy.  He looked up, startled and frightened at the sight of a stranger in such a place, and to soothe his fears, I at once spoke:  “Be not alarmed, sir, whoever you may be.  I am a king, and the son of a king, and will do you no hurt.  On the contrary, perhaps I have been sent here to deliver you out of this tomb, where you have been buried alive.”

Hearing my words, the young man recovered himself, and when I had ended, he said, “The reasons, Prince, that have caused me to be buried in this place are so strange that they cannot but surprise you.  My father is a rich merchant, owning much land and many ships, and has great dealings in precious stones, but he never ceased mourning that he had no child to inherit his wealth.

“At length one day he dreamed that the following year a son would be born to him, and when this actually happened, he consulted all the wise men in the kingdom as to the future of the infant.  One and all they said the same thing.  I was to live happily till I was fifteen, when a terrible danger awaited me, which I should hardly escape.  If, however, I should succeed in doing so, I should live to a great old age.  And, they added, when the statue of the brass horse on the top of the mountain of adamant is thrown into the sea by Agib, the son of Cassib, then beware, for fifty days later your son shall fall by his hand!

“This prophecy struck the heart of my father with such woe, that he never got over it, but that did not prevent him from attending carefully to my education till I attained, a short time ago, my fifteenth birthday.  It was only yesterday that the news reached him that ten days previously the statue of brass had been thrown into the sea, and he at once set about hiding me in this underground chamber, which was built for the purpose, promising to fetch me out when the forty days have passed.  For myself, I have no fears, as Prince Agib is not likely to come here to look for me.”