Ukleet replied, ’O my Prince, he is or he is not:  ’tis of the maybes.  I wot truly Boolp is one that baiteth the hook of an emergency.’

The brows of the Prince were downcast, and he said no more; but on the following morning he left Bhanavar early under a pretext, and sallied forth from the house of their abode alone.

Since their union in that city they had not been once apart, and Bhanavar grieved and thought, ‘Waneth his love for me?’ and she called her women to her, and dressed in this dress and that dress, and was satisfied with none.  The dews of the bath stood cold upon her, and she trembled, and fled from mirror to mirror, and in each she was the same surpassing vision of loveliness.  Then her women held a glass to her, and she examined herself closely, if there might be a fleck upon her anywhere, and all was as the snow of the mountains on her round limbs sloping in the curves of harmony, and the faint rose of the dawn on slants of snow was their hue.  Twining her fingers and sighing, she thought, ’It is not that! he cannot but think me beautiful.’  She smiled a melancholy smile at her image in the glass, exclaiming, ’What availeth it, thy beauty? for he is away and looketh not on thee, thou vain thing!  And what of thy loveliness if the light illumine it not, for he is the light to thee, and it is darkness when he’s away.’

Suddenly she thought, ’What’s that which needeth to light it no other light?  I had well-nigh forgotten it in my bliss, the Jewel!’ Then she went to a case of ebony-wood, where she kept the Jewel, and drew it forth, and shone in the beam of a pleasant imagination, thinking, ’’Twill surprise him!’ And she robed herself in a robe of saffron, and set lesser gems of the diamond and the emerald in the braid of her hair, and knotted the Serpent Jewel firmly in a band of gold-threaded tissue, and had it woven in her hair among the braids.  In this array she awaited his coming, and pleased her mind with picturing his astonishment and the joy that would be his.  Mute were the women who waited on her, for in their lives they had seen no such sight as Bhanavar beneath the beams of the Jewel, and the whole chamber was aglow with her.

Now, in her anxiety she sent them one and one repeatedly to look forth at the window for the coming of the Prince.  So, when he came not she went herself to look forth, and stretched her white neck beyond the casement.  While her head was exposed, she heard a cry of some one from the house in the street opposite, and Bhanavar beheld in the house of the broker an old wrinkled fellow that gesticulated to her in a frenzy.  She snatched her veil down and drew in her head in anger at him, calling to her maids, ‘What is yonder hideous old dotard?’

And they answered, laughing, ’’Tis indeed Boolp the broker, O fair mistress and mighty!’