Now Garrofat observed the prince’s confident air with displeasure.  Concealing his feelings, however, he chirped, “Well, Prince, have your wits proven as bright as of yore?  Or do you but come to return the shields and to ask forgiveness for your rash boasting?”

“Cease such drivel,” cried Bright-Wits, interrupting him, “I have come to announce the completion of a task so simple that it should not have puzzled a child.”

“Ah, what a fine thing it is to be clever,” exclaimed Doola, with a look of mock admiration.  But a glance from Bright-Wits caused him to shrink back in alarm.

Now Bright-Wits ordered the slaves to set the spindles and shields before him; and with a smile to Azalia, he proceeded to repeat his task before their astonished eyes.

When the last move was made, Garrofat gasped with amazement.  None had ever accomplished that feat save the Rajah Onalba himself.  A hurried consultation with Doola, however, restored his courage, and, rising, he said, “Praise be to Allah, but thou art a youth of wondrous wisdom, and I would be false to my trust as the Regent of this kingdom if I failed to submit to you a question which has for the space of a whole year puzzled the wisest wits in the realm.”  Then bidding Bright-Wits to follow, he led the way to a balcony from which the surrounding country could be overlooked.

[Illustration:  The ZOLTAN’S orchard.]

[Illustration:  The ZOLTAN’S orchard.]

[Illustration:  The ZOLTAN’S orchard.]

“There,” said Garrofat, pointing in the direction of a large orchard, “is a plot of land which Zoltan, the Aga, willed to his four sons.  As you can see, twelve trees grow upon it, and the whole is surrounded by a deep ditch.  Now, according to the will of Zoltan, that plot of land is to be divided equally into four parts, each to be of the same size and shape, and each to contain three of the twelve trees; the trees to be located in the same position in each piece.”

Now Bright-Wits had been warned by Ablano against the folly of losing his temper when fresh tasks were imposed upon him.  “It suits my purpose,” Ablano had said, “that we test their villainy to the bottom.”  Remembering this warning, Bright-Wits replied with a smile, “Let the sons of Zoltan cease from quarrelling.  I will divide the land between them according to the will of their father.”

“Do this,” said Doola, with a bow and smirk, “and I could die from admiration of your cleverness.”

Whereon, Bright-Wits, casting on him a look of scorn, made answer, “On the occasion of your death the only one present to merit admiration will be the public executioner who will officiate.”  So saying, he turned and descended to the palace accompanied by Azalia and the Holy Brahman, Ablano.

When, seven days later, Bright-Wits appeared before Garrofat, he found him in an ugly mood.  Nor did the cheerful air of the prince as he entered his presence tend to help matters.  Fortunate was it for Bright-Wits that he was under the protection of Ablano, the Brahman, otherwise his instant execution might have been ordered.  But to anger or offend a Brahman was considered the unpardonable sin; so Bright-Wits was spared to continue his adventures.