His friends did not trouble themselves any more about him; they
would not even walk down the street with him.

But one of them who was rather good-natured sent him an old trunk
with the message, 'Pack up!" That was all very well, but he had
nothing to pack up, so he got into the trunk himself.

It was an enchanted trunk, for as soon as the lock was pressed it
could fly. He pressed it, and away he flew in it up the chimney,
high into the clouds, further and further away. But whenever the
bottom gave a little creak he was in terror lest the trunk should
go to pieces, for then he would have turned a dreadful
somersault-just think of it!

In this way he arrived at the land of the Turks. He hid the
trunk in a wood under some dry leaves, and then walked into the
town. He could do that quite well, for all the Turks were
dressed just as he was-in a dressing-gown and slippers.

He met a nurse with a little child.

'Halloa! you Turkish nurse,' said he, 'what is that great castle
there close to the town? The one with the windows so high up?'

'The sultan's daughter lives there,' she replied. 'It is
prophesied that she will be very unlucky in her husband, and so
no one is allowed to see her except when the sultan and sultana
are by.'