When the prince had given utterance to this beautiful and edifying sentiment, a strain of gentle music was heard, and the rear wall of the apartment, which had been ingeniously constructed like a flat, opened and discovered the Ogress of silver land in the glare of blue fire, seated on a triumphal car attached to two ropes which were connected with the flies, in the very act of blessing the unconscious prince.  When the walls closed again without attracting his attention, Prince BULLEBOYE arose, dressed himself in his coarsest and cheapest stuffs, and sprinkled ashes on his head, and in this guise, having embraced his wife, went forth into the bazaars.  In this it will be perceived how differently the good Prince BULLEBOYE acted from the wicked Prince BADFELLAH, who put on his gayest garments to simulate and deceive.

Now when Prince BULLEBOYE entered the chief bazaar, where the merchants of the city were gathered in council, he stood up in his accustomed place, and all that were there held their breath, for the noble Prince BULLEBOYE was much respected.  “Let the BROKAH, whose bond I hold for fifty thousand sequins, stand forth!” said the prince.  And the BROKAH stood forth from among the merchants.  Then said the prince:  “Here is thy bond for fifty thousand sequins, for which I was to deliver unto thee one half of my STOKH.  Know, then, O my brother,—­and thou, too, O Aga of the BROKAHS,—­that this my STOKH which I pledged to thee is worthless.  For my godmother, the Ogress of silver land, is dying.  Thus do I release thee from thy bond, and from the poverty which might overtake thee as it has even me, thy brother, the Prince BULLEBOYE.”  And with that the noble Prince BULLEBOYE tore the bond of the BROKAH into pieces and scattered it to the four winds.

Now when the prince tore up the bond there was a great commotion, and some said, “Surely the Prince BULLEBOYE is drunken with wine;” and others, “He is possessed of an evil spirit;” and his friends expostulated with him, saying, “What thou hast done is not the custom of the bazaars,—­behold, it is not biz!” But to all the prince answered gravely, “It is right; on my own head be it!”

But the oldest and wisest of the merchants, they who had talked with Prince BADFELLAH the same morning, whispered together, and gathered around the BROKAH whose bond the Prince BULLEBOYE had torn up.  “Hark ye,” said they, “our brother the Prince BULLEBOYE is cunning as a jackal.  What bosh is this about ruining himself to save thee?  Such a thing was never heard before in the bazaars.  It is a trick, O thou mooncalf of a BROKAH!  Dost thou not see that he has heard good news from his godmother, the same that was even now told us by the Prince BADFELLAH, his confederate, and that he would destroy thy bond for fifty thousand sequins because his STOKH is worth a hundred thousand!  Be not deceived, O too credulous BROKAH! for this what our brother the prince doeth is not in the name of Allah, but of biz, the only god known in the bazaars of the city.”