smell?" But in spite of this the specialist in women would not
yield. And when the king endeavoured to learn the truth, he heard
from her own lips that in her infancy she had been separated from
her mother and had been brought up on goat's milk. Then the king
was greatly astonished and loudly praised the critical judgment of
the specialist in women.

Quickly he had a couch prepared for the third brother, the
specialist in cotton. So the critic of cotton went to sleep on a bed
with seven quilts over the frame and covered with a pure, soft
coverlet. When only a half of the first watch of the night was gone,
he suddenly started from the bed, shouting and writhing with pain,
his hand pressed to his side. And the king's men who were
stationed there saw the curly red outline of a hair deeply imprinted
on his side.

They went at once and informed the king, who said to them: "See
whether there is anything under the quilts or not." So they went
and searched under each quilt, and under the last they found one
hair, which they immediately took and showed to the king. And
the king summoned the specialist in cotton, and finding the mark
exactly corresponding to the hair, was filled with extreme
astonishment. And he spent that night wondering how the hair
could sink into his body through seven quilts.

Now when the king arose in the morning, he was delighted with
their marvellous critical judgment and sensitiveness, so that he
gave each of the three specialists a hundred thousand
gold-pieces. And they were contented and stayed there, forgetting
all about the turtle, and thus incurring a crime through the failure