So in the morning he went into the canoe, and it went on of itself till it came to where the third old man was, that was older again than the other two, and the King’s son asked did he know where was Burnett’s garden. ‘I do not,’ he said, ‘although I have three hundred years upon me; but I will tell you how you will know it,’ he said. ‘Go on till you come to shore, where you will see a swan-gander standing by the water, and he is the one that can tell you and can bring you to it,’ he said. ‘And ask him to bring you to that garden in the name of the Almighty God.’ So the King’s son went on in the canoe till he came where the swan-gander was standing on the shore. ‘Can you tell me,’ says he, ‘where can I get the apples that are in Burnett’s orchard? And can you bring me there?’ he said. ‘Indeed,’ said the swan-gander, ‘I am in no way obliged to your leader, or to whoever it was sent you to me and gave you that teaching. And those apples are well minded,’ he said, ‘by wolves; and the only time they ever sleep is for three hours once in every seven years. And it chances they are asleep for those three hours at this time; and so I will bring you there,’ he said. With that he stretched out his wings, and he bade the King’s son to get up on his back. And it was long before he could start flying with the weight that was on him; but he flew away at last, and he brought the King’s son to Burnett’s garden, and there was a high wall around it, but he flew over the wall, and put him down in the garden. The King’s son filled his bag with the apples, and when he had done that, he went looking around, and he came to a large cottage in the garden, and he went in, and there was no one in the house but a beautiful young girl, and she asleep. So he went away; but he brought with him the gold rings and the gold garters that he saw there in the window. He got up again on the back of the swan-gander, but it was hard for it to rise with the weight of the bag of apples. But it did rise at last, and it brought him to where the old man was that had three hundred years. And the King’s son gave one of the apples to the old man, and no sooner did he eat it than his age was gone from him, and he was like a boy of fifteen years. He went on then to the two other old men, and gave an apple to both of them, and no sooner did they eat it than they were like young boys again. Then the King’s son went back to the cross-roads, for it was the end of a year and a day, and he was the first to come there, and he fell asleep. And the two brothers came, and they saw him there, and they stole the bag of apples from under his head, and they put in the place of it a bag of apples that were no use at all. Then they went on to their father’s house, and they gave him the apples they had stolen, and he was cured on the moment; but they told him that what the youngest son was bringing to him was poison apples, that would bring him to his death.