“You have come here to poison me!” She was confounded, and took out the poison, and handed it to the King, full of artifice, and thinking, “If I tell him the truth, he will have a better opinion of me, and if he confides in me, I can kill him in some other manner than with this poison.”  It fell out as she expected, for the King loved her, gave her authority over his palace and his female slaves, and found himself very happy in her possession.  But she herself found her life so pleasant that, although King Ar-Raad frequently sent to ask her why she had not fulfilled her commission, she always answered, “Wait a little; I am seeking an opportunity, for the King is very suspicious.”  Some time passed over, and at length she became pregnant.  Six months afterwards Zul Yezn fell ill; and as his sickness increased, he assembled the chief men of his Court, informed them of the condition of Kamrya, and after commending her to their protection, he ordered that if she bore a son, he should succeed him.  They promised to fulfil his commands, and a few days afterwards Zul Yezn died.  Kamrya now governed the country, till she brought forth a son.  He was a child of uncommon beauty, and had a small mole on his cheek.  When she saw the child she envied him, and said to herself, “What, shall he take away the kingdom from me?  No, it shall never be;” and from this time forward she determined to put him to death.  After forty days, the people requested to see their King.  She showed him to them, and seated him on the throne of the kingdom, whereupon they did homage to him, and then dispersed.  His mother took him back into the Palace, but her envy increased so much that she had already grasped a sword to kill him, when her nurse entered and asked what she was going to do.  “I am about to kill him,” answered she.  “Have you not reflected,” said the nurse, “that if you kill him the people will revolt, and may kill you also?” “Let me kill him,” persisted she, “for even should they kill me, too, I should at least be released from my envy.”  “Do not act thus,” warned the nurse, “or you may repent it, when repentance cannot help you.”  “It must be done,” said Kamrya.  “Nay, then,” said the nurse, “if it cannot be avoided, let him at least be cast into the desert, and if he lives, so much the better for him; but if he dies, you are rid of him for ever.”  She followed this advice and set out on the way at night time with the child, and halted at a distance of four days’ journey, when she sat down under a tree in the desert.  She took him on her lap, and suckled him once more, and then laid him on a bed, putting a purse under his head, containing a thousand gold pieces and many jewels.  “Whoever finds him,” said she, “may use the money to bring him up;” and thus she left him.