When Alexander heard the verdict, he was very surprised. The queen asked him: "Did I not judge properly? How would you judge?" "I," said Alexander, "I would have killed both of them and taken the treasure to the treasures!" The queen looked at him and asked, "Tell me, my lord the king, is the sun rising and the rain falling in your land?" He said to her, "Yes." "And there are goats and sheep and chickens in your country?" the queen continued to ask. "Certainly!" "If so," said the Queen, "know that it is only because of those goats and sheep that the sun shines in your land!" Alexander did not know what to reply.
Bush and Nachlam left the city and continued his search for the fountain of life. After a long journey that lasted many days, they finally reached their destination, but the exact location of the Fountain of Life has disappeared from them. According to the advice of the old counselor, Alexander turned to an old man who lived there and asked about the location of the spring. "I have heard that there is indeed such a spring in our country, but I do not know its location. I can only lead you to a man older than I am, and he may have known." The old man led them to another old man whose body was bent and his legs were shaking for many years, and this led them to another old man who could no longer stand on his feet, and so they moved from one old man to another until they came to an old man who was all skin and bones and weighed like a bird, and he dwelt in an eagle's nest on a towering rock. Alexander and his advisors greeted him and asked him about the location of the spring and its virtues. The old man pursed his lips contemptuously and asked Alexander: "What do you have and to whom is life and what will you get out of it?" "Is there anything more precious than water, which gives man eternal life?" the king answered. "Look at me," said the old man, "and see my condition. I, unfortunately, drank from the water of life and saw where I had come. Do you want to get to my situation? The spring you are looking for is flowing not far from here, but before you drink from its water, think carefully whether you are acting wisely!" The king looked at the shriveled, bearded old man and understood that his words were right and that eternal life would bring him only suffering and grief. He ordered his army to turn around and began the long journey back to his homeland. But before he reached his country, the hand of death caught up with him. He fell seriously ill and returned his soul to his Creator.
The old counselor who was in charge of his burial ordered that he be placed in a coffin, and on the coffin is written: "Here lies Alexander the Great, who sought to conquer the world." And he ordered the dead king's hands to be left protruding out of the coffin. The funeral procession went from city to city and everywhere the people paid their last respects to the deceased king. And in one of the cities the people were talking among themselves and wondering why they had left the king's hands protruding out of the ark. One child stood up and said to them: "I know the answer: do this so that everyone will see that with all his greatness and power and treasures, he takes nothing with him and he goes to his death empty-handed!"
When the funeral procession reached the vicinity of Alexander's hometown, the question arose as to how to inform his mother, who was still alive, the bitter news of her son's death without collapsing in grief. No one was willing to accept the job, and the task was placed on the shoulders of the old advisor. The old counselor came to Alexander's mother and informed her that her son was about to arrive and that a royal reception should be prepared for him, and that, by order of the king, his receptionists should be people whose family had not died, and who had never drunk a drink but were alive. They searched for such people and were not found, and Alexander's mother understood the hint and accepted the fact that the cup had also passed over her, and there was no advice and no wisdom in the face of death, and it was not for nothing that the proverb says: The rich and the poor on the day of their death are equal in luxury, and the rich man will not be given one more shroud.
