Atlastayoungman，withagoodheartandplentyofcourage，setouttosearchforthering。Hetookhiswaytowardsthesunrising，becauseheknewthatallthewisdomofoldtimecomesfromtheEast。AftersomeyearshemetwithafamousEasternmagician，andaskedforhisadviceinthematter。Themagiciananswered:
’Mortalmenhavebutlittlewisdom，andcangiveyounohelp，butthebirdsoftheairwouldbebetterguidestoyouifyoucouldlearntheirlanguage。Icanhelpyoutounderstanditifyouwillstaywithmeafewdays。’
Theyouththankfullyacceptedthemagician’soffer，andsaid，’I
cannotnowofferyouanyrewardforyourkindness，butshouldmyundertakingsucceedyourtroubleshallberichlyrepaid。’
Thenthemagicianbrewedapowerfulpotionoutofninesortsofherbswhichhehadgatheredhimselfallalonebymoonlight，andhegavetheyouthninespoonfulsofitdailyforthreedays，whichmadehimabletounderstandthelanguageofbirds。