genius had placed him.  What is the meaning of this? said he; who placed you thus?  Crook-back, knowing it to be the vizier, answered, Alas! alas! it is you then that would marry me to the mistress of a buffalo, the sweetheart of an ugly genius; I will not be your fool, you shall not put a trick upon me.  Schemseddin, on hearing Hump-back speak thus, thought he was raving, and bade him move, and stand upon his legs.  I will take care how I do that, said Hump-back, unless the sun be risen.  Know, sir, that when I came thither last night, on a sudden a black cat appeared to me, and in an instant grew as big as a buffalo:  I have not forgotten what he said to me; therefore you may go about your business, and leave me here.  The vizier, instead of going away, took Hump-back by the heels, and made him get up, after which he ran as fast as he could, without looking behind him, and, coming to the palace, presented himself to the sultan, who laughed heartily when he told him how the genius had served him.

Schemseddin returned to his daughter’s chamber more astonished than before.  Well then, my abused daughter, said he, can you give me no further light into this matter?  Sir, said she, I can give you no other account than what I have done already.  Here are my husband’s clothes, which he left upon the chair; perhaps you may find somewhat that may solve your doubt.  She then showed him Bedreddin’s turban, which he took and examined carefully on all sides.  I should take this to be a vizier’s turban, if it were not made after the Moussol[Footnote:  The town of Moussol is in Mesopotamia, and built opposite to old Nineveh.] fashion; but, perceiving somewhat to be sewed between the stuff and the lining, he called for scissars, and, having unripped it, found the paper which Noureddin Ali gave Bedreddin his son as he was dying, and he had put it in his turban for more security.  Schemseddin, having opened the paper, knew his brother Noureddin’s hand, and found this superscription, ‘For my son Bedreddin Hassan.’  Before he could make any reflections, his daughter delivered him the bag that lay under his clothes, which he likewise opened, and found full of sequins; for, as before mentioned, notwithstanding all the liberality of Bedreddin, it was still kept full by the genius and fairy.  He read these words upon a note in the bag, ’A thousand sequins belonging to Isaac the Jew;’ and these lines underneath, which the Jew wrote before he departed from Bedreddin:  ’ Delivered to Bedreddin Hassan, for the cargo of the first of those ships that formerly belonged to Noureddin Ali, his father, of worthy memory, sold unto me upon its arrival in this place.’  He had scarcely read these words, when he gave a shout, and fainted.  Being recovered, however, by the help of his daughter, and the woman whom she called to her assistance, Daughter, said he, do not frighten yourself at this accident, the reason of which is such as you can scarcely believe:  Your bridegoom is your cousin, the son of Noureddin