“As I approached the frontiers of Arabia, a famous robber, named Arbogad, seized me and sold me to some merchants, who brought me to this castle, where Lord Ogul resides.  He bought me without knowing who I was.  He is a voluptuary, ambitious of nothing but good living, and thinks that God sent him into the world for no other purpose than to sit at table.  He is so extremely corpulent that he is always in danger of suffocation.  His physician, who has but little credit with him when he has a good digestion, governs him with a despotic sway when he has ate too much.  He has persuaded him that a basilisk stewed in rose water will effect a complete cure.  The Lord Ogul hath promised his hand to the female slave that brings him a basilisk.  Thou seest that I leave them to vie with each other in meriting this honor; and never was I less desirous of finding the basilisk than since Heaven hath restored thee to my sight.”

This account was succeeded by a long conversation between Astarte and Zadig, consisting of everything that their long-suppressed sentiments, their great sufferings, and their mutual love could inspire into hearts the most noble and tender; and the genii who preside over love carried their words to the sphere of Venus.

The women returned to Ogul without having found the basilisk.  Zadig was introduced to this mighty lord and spoke to him in the following terms:  “May immortal health descend from heaven to bless all thy days!  I am a physician; at the first report of thy indisposition I flew to thy castle and have now brought thee a basilisk stewed in rose water.  Not that I pretend to marry thee.  All I ask is the liberty of a Babylonian slave, who hath been in thy possession for a few days; and, if I should not be so happy as to cure thee, magnificent Lord Ogul, I consent to remain a slave in her place.”

The proposal was accepted.  Astarte set out for Babylon with Zadig’s servant, promising, immediately upon her arrival, to send a courier to inform him of all that had happened.  Their parting was as tender as their meeting.  The moment of meeting and that of parting are the two greatest epochs of life, as sayeth the great book of Zend.  Zadig loved the queen with as much ardor as he professed; and the queen more than she thought proper to acknowledge.

Meanwhile Zadig spoke thus to Ogul:  “My lord, my basilisk is not to be eaten; all its virtues must enter through thy pores.  I have inclosed it in a little ball, blown up and covered with a fine skin.  Thou must strike this ball with all thy might and I must strike it back for a considerable time; and by observing this regimen for a few days thou wilt see the effects of my art.”  The first day Ogul was out of breath and thought he should have died with fatigue.  The second he was less fatigued, slept better.  In eight days he recovered all the strength, all the health, all the agility and cheerfulness of his most agreeable years.