The girl said, "A King was coming and coming to our house. Our
stepmother having placed some finger-nails on the threshold, they
pricked the King's foot, and having gone to the city he does not come
now. On account of that I am lamenting."
Then the crow said, "What are you lamenting for on that account! Having
shot (with bow and arrow) a crow that is flying [in the air] above,
and extracted its fat, should you take it to the city in which the King
is, when you have rubbed it on the wound in the foot it will heal."
Afterwards the girl, having shot a crow that was flying above, and
extracted its fat, and tied up a packet of it, and dressed in men's
clothes, went to the city, taking the fat.
The girl, having gone to the city, and gone to the palace in which
is the King, said, "What will He give me to cure His foot?" [6]