I obey.”  So he fell to telling her all that had befallen him from commencement to conclusion but, when she heard speak of Badi’a al-Jamal, her eyes ran over with railing tears and she cried, “O Badi’a al-Jamal, I had not thought this of thee!  Alack for our luck!  O Badi’a al-Jamal, dost thou not remember me nor say, ’My sister Daulat Khatun whither is she gone?’” And her weeping redoubled, lamenting for that Badi’a al-Jamal had forgotten her.[FN#421] Then said Sayf al-Muluk, “O Daulat Khatun, thou art a mortal and she is a Jinniyah:  how then can she be thy sister?” Replied the Princess, “She is my sister by fosterage and this is how it came about.  My mother went out to solace herself in the garden, when labour-pangs seized her and she bare me.  Now the mother of Badi’a al-Jamal chanced to be passing with her guards, when she also was taken with travail-pains; so she alighted in a side of the garden and there brought forth Badi’a al-Jamal.  She despatched one of her women to seek food and childbirth-gear of my mother, who sent her what she sought and invited her to visit her.  So she came to her with Badi’a al-Jamal and my mother suckled the child, who with her mother tarried with us in the garden two months.  And before wending her ways the mother of Badi’a al-Jamal gave my mother somewhat,[FN#422] saying, ’When thou hast need of me, I will come to thee a middlemost the garden,’ and departed to her own land; but she and her daughter used to visit us every year and abide with us awhile before returning home.  Wherefore an I were with my mother, O Sayf al-Muluk, and if thou wert with me in my own country and Badi’a al-Jamal and I were together as of wont, I would devise some device with her to bring thee to thy desire of her:  but I am here and they know naught of me; for that an they kenned what is become of me, they have power to deliver me from this place; however, the matter is in Allah’s hands (extolled and exalteth be He!) and what can I do?” Quoth Sayf al-Muluk, “Rise and let us flee and go whither the Almighty willeth;” but, quoth she, “We cannot do that:  for, by Allah, though we fled hence a year’s journey that accursed would overtake us in an hour and slaughter us.”  Then said the Prince, “I will hide myself in his way, and when he passeth by I will smite him with the sword and slay him.”  Daulat Khatun replied, “Thou canst not succeed in slaying him save thou his soul.”  Asked he, “And where is his soul?”; and she answered, “Many a time have I questioned him thereof but he would not tell me, till one day I pressed him and he waxed wroth with me and said to me, ’How often wilt thou ask me of my soul?  What hast thou to do with my soul?’ I rejoined, ’O Hatim,[FN#423] there remaineth none to me but thou, except Allah; and my life dependeth on thy life and whilst thou livest, all is well for me; so, except I care for thy soul and set it in the apple of this mine eye, how shall I live in thine absence?  An I knew where thy soul abideth, I would never cease