their places he said to his Minister, “Go forth to them and tell them that the King hath been suddenly struck by sickness and he, by Allah, hath passed the night in ill case.”  So Sa’id fared forth and told the folk what he said; which when old King Asim heard, he was concerned for his son and, summoning the physicians and astrologers, carried them in to Sayf al-Muluk.  They looked at him and prescribed him ptisanes and diet-drinks, simples and medicinal waters and wrote him characts and incensed him with Nadd and aloes-wood and ambergris three days’ space; but his malady persisted three months, till King Asim was wroth with the leaches and said to them, “Woe to you, O dogs!  What?  Are all of you impotent to cure my son?  Except ye heal him forthright, I will put the whole of you to death.”  The Archiater replied, “O King of the Age, in very sooth we know that this is thy son and thou wottest that we fail not of diligence in tending a stranger; so how much more with medicining thy son?  But thy son is afflicted with a malady hard to heal, which, if thou desire to know, we will discover it to thee.”  Quoth Asim, “What then find ye to be the malady of my son?”; and quoth the leach, “O King of the Age, thy son is in love and he loveth one to whose enjoyment he hath no way of access.”  At this the King was wroth and asked, “How know ye that my son is in love and how came love to him?”; they answered, “Enquire of his Wazir and brother Sa’id for he knoweth his case.”  The King rose and repaired to his private closet and summoning Sa’id said to him, “Tell me the truth of thy brother’s malady.”  But Sa’id replied, “I know it not.”  So King Asim said to the Sworder, “Take Sa’id and bind his eyes and strike his neck.”  Whereupon Sa’id feared for himself and cried, “O King of the Age, grant me immunity.”  Replied the King, “Speak and thou shalt have it.”  “Thy son is in love.”  “With whom is he in love?” “With a King’s daughter of the Jann.”  “And where could he have espied a daughter of the Jinns?” “Her portrait is wroughten on the tunic that was in the bundle given thee by Solomon, prophet of Allah!” When the King heard this, he rose, and going in to Sayf al-Muluk, said to him, “O my son, what hath afflicted thee?  What is this portrait whereof thou art enamoured?  And why didst thou not tell me.”  He replied, “O my sire, I was ashamed to name this to thee and could not bring myself to discover aught thereof to any one at all; but now thou knowest my case, look how thou mayest do to cure me.”  Rejoined his father, “What is to be done?  Were this one of the daughters of men we might devise a device for coming at her; but she is a King’s daughter of the Jinns and who can woo and win her, save it be Solomon David-son, and hardly he?[FN#390] However, O my son, do thou arise forthright and hearten thy heart and take horse and ride out a-hunting or to weapon-play in the Maydan.  Divert thyself with eating and drinking and put away cark and care from thy heart, and I will bring thee