Then say, ’Bring me out Shama, the daughter of your King, adorned with all her jewels, and I will come to-morrow and carry her away.  But if you refuse, I will destroy your city, and destroy you all together.’” When Mukhtatif heard the words of this priest of magic, he did as he was commanded, and rushed to the city.  When Sikar Diun saw this, he returned to King Afrakh to see what would happen; but he had scarcely arrived when the voice of Mukhtatif resounded above the city.  The inhabitants went to the King, and said, “You have heard what is commanded, and if you do not yield willingly, you will be obliged to do so by force.”  The King then went weeping to the mother of the Princess, and informed her of the calamity.  She could scarcely contain herself for despair, and all in the palace wept at parting from the Princess.  Meantime Shama was richly attired, torn from her parents, and hurried to the bridal tent before the town, to he carried away by the evil Jinni.  The inhabitants were all assembled on the walls of the city, weeping.  It was just at this moment that Wakhs El Fellat arrived from the desert, and entered the tent to see what was going on.  When King Afrakh, who was also on the wall, saw him, he cried out to him, but he did not listen, and dismounted, fastened his horse to a tent-stake, and entered.  Here he beheld a maiden of extraordinary beauty and perfection, but she was weeping.  While he was completely bewildered by her beauty, she was no less struck by his appearance.  “Who art thou?” said the maiden to him.  “Tell me rather who art thou?” returned he.  “I am Shama, the daughter of King Afrakh.”  “Thou art Shama?” he exclaimed, “and I am Wakhs El Fellat, who was reared by thy father.”  When they were thus acquainted, they sat down together to talk over their affairs, and she took this opportunity of telling him what had passed with the Jinni, and how he was coming to carry her away.  “O, you shall see how I will deal with him,” answered he, but at this moment the evil Jinni approached, and his wings darkened the sun.  The inhabitants uttered a terrible cry, and the Jinni darted upon the tent, and was about to raise it when he saw a man there, talking to the daughter of the King.  “Woe to thee, O son of earth,” he exclaimed, “what authority have you to sit by my betrothed?” When Wakhs El Fellat saw the terrible form of the Jinni, a shudder came over him, and he cried to God for aid.  He immediately drew his sword, and struck at the Jinni, who had just extended his right hand to seize him, and the blow was so violent that it struck off the hand.  “What, you would kill me?” exclaimed Mukhtatif, and he took up his hand, put it under his arm, and flew away.  Upon this there was a loud cry of joy from the walls of the city.  The gates were thrown open, and King Afrakh approached, companied by a crowd of people with musical instruments, playing joyful music; and Wakhs El Fellat was invested with robes of honour; but when Sikar Diun saw it it was