and make fumigations[FN#446] that Badi’a al-Jamal and her mother may come and see me and rejoice in me.”  Answered the Queen, “With love and goodly gree;” and rising, betook herself to the garden and burnt off these perfumes which she always had by her; nor was it long before Badi’a al-Jamal and her mother made their appearance.  The Queen of Hind foregathered with the other Queen and acquainted her with her daughter’s safe return, whereat she rejoiced; and rejoiced in each other.  Then they pitched the pavilions[FN#447] and dressed dainty viands and made ready the place of entertainment; whilst the two Princesses withdrew to a tent apart and ate together and drank and made merry; after which they sat down to converse, and Badi’a al-Jamal said, “What hath befallen thee in thy strangerhood?” Replied Daulat Khatun, “O my sister how sad is severance and how gladsome is reunion; ask me not what hath befallen me!  Oh, what hardships mortals suffer!” cried she, “How so?” and the other said to her, “O my sister, I was inmured in the High-builded Castle of Japhet son of Noah, whither the son of the Blue King carried me off, till Sayf al-Muluk slew the Jinni and brought me back to my sire;” and she told her to boot all that the Prince had undergone of hardships and horrors before he came to the Castle.[FN#448] Badi’a al-Jamal marvelled at her tale and said, “By Allah, O my sister, this is the most wondrous of wonders!  This Sayf al-Muluk is indeed a man!  But why did he leave his father and mother and betake himself to travel and expose himself to these perils?” Quoth Daulat Khatun, “I have a mind to tell thee the first part of his history; but shame of thee hindereth me therefrom.”  Quoth Badi’a al-Jamal, “Why shouldst thou have shame of me, seeing that thou art my sister and my bosom-friend and there is muchel a matter between thee and me and I know thou willest me naught but well?  Tell me then what thou hast to say and be not abashed at me and hide nothing from me and have no fear of consequences.”  Answered Daulat Khatun, “By Allah, all the calamities that have betided this unfortunate have been on thine account and because of thee!” Asked Badi’a al-Jamal, “How so, O my sister?”; and the other answered, “Know that he saw thy portrait wrought on a tunic which thy father sent to Solomon son of David (on the twain be peace!) and he opened it not neither looked at it, but despatched it, with other presents and rarities to Asim bin Safwan, King of Egypt, who gave it, still unopened, to his son Sayf al-Muluk.  The Prince unfolded the tunic, thinking to put it on, and seeing thy portrait, became enamoured of it; wherefore he came forth in quest of thee, and left his folk and reign and suffered all these terrors and hardships on thine account.”—­And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.

   When it was the Seven Hundred and Seventy-fourth Night,