Sir, after the enchantress had given the king her husband an hundred blows with bull pizzles, she put on again his covering of goat hair, and his brocade gown over all; she went afterwards to the Palace of Tears, and, as she entered the same, she renewed her tears and lamentations; then approaching the bed, where she thought her gallant was, What cruelty, cries she, was it to disturb the contentment of so tender and passionate a lover as I am!  O thou who reproachest me that I am too inhuman, when I make thee feel the effects of my resentment! cruel prince! does not thy barbarity surpass my vengeance?  Ah, traitor! in attempting the life of the object whom I adore, hast thou not robbed me of mine?  Alas! says she, addressing herself to the sultan, while she thought she spoke to the black, my soul, my life, will you always be silent?  Are you resolved to let me die, without giving me so much comfort as to tell me that you love me?  My soul! speak one word to me at least, I conjure you.

The sultan, making as if he had awakened out of a deep sleep, and counterfeiting the language of the blacks, answers the queen with a grave tone, ’There is no force nor power but in God alone, who is almighty.’  At these words, the enchantress, who did not expect them, gave a great shout, to signify her excessive joy.  My dear lord, says she, do not I deceive myself? is it certain that I hear you, and that you speak to me?  Unhappy wretch, said the sultan, art thou worthy that I should answer thy discourse?  Alas! replies the queen, why do you reproach me thus?  The cries, replied he, the groans and tears of thy husband, whom thou treatest every day with so much indignity and barbarity, hinder me to sleep night and day.  I should have been cured long ago, and have recovered the use of my speech, hadst thou disenchanted him.  This is the cause of my silence, which you complain of.  Very well, says the enchantress, to pacify you, I am ready to do what you will command me; would you that I restore him as he was?  Yes, replies the sultan, make haste to set him at liberty, that I be no more disturbed with his cries.

The enchantress went immediately out of the Palace of Tears; she took a cup of water, and pronounced words over it, which caused it to boil as if it had been on the fire.  She went afterwards to the hall to the young king her husband, and threw the water upon him, saying, ’If the Creator of all things did form thee so as thou art at present, or if he be angry with thee, do not change; but if thou art in that condition merely by virtue of my enchantments, resume thy natural shape, and become what thou wast before.’  She had scarcely spoken these words, when the prince, finding himself restored to his former condition, rose up freely with all imaginable joy, and returned thanks to God.  The enchantress then said to him, Get thee gone from this castle, and never return here on pain of death.  The young king, yielding to necessity, went away from the enchantress without replying a word, and retired to a remote place, where he immediately expected the success of the design which the sultan had begun so happily.  Meanwhile the enchantress returned to the Palace of Tears, and, supposing that she still spoke to the black, says, Dear lover, I have done what you ordered; let nothing now hinder you to give me that satisfaction of which I have been deprived so long.