Whilst they walked in this manner along the streets of Damascus, with their arms and feet naked, clad in such a strange garment, and endeavouring to hide their confusion under their hair, with which they covered their faces, all the people were dissolved in tears; more especially the ladies, considering them as innocent persons, as they beheld them through their lattice windows, and being particularly moved by the daughter’s youth and beauty, they made the air ring with their shrieks, as they passed before their houses.  The very children, frightened at those shrieks, and at the spectacle that occasioned them, mixed their cries with the general lamentation.  In short, had an enemy been in Damascus, putting all to fire and sword, the consternation could not have been greater.

It was near night when this dismal scene concluded.  The mother and daughter were both conducted back to king Mahummud’s palace.  Not being used to walk bare-foot, they were so spent, that they lay a long time in a swoon.  The queen of Damascus, highly afflicted at their misfortunes, notwithstanding the caliph’s prohibition to relieve them, sent some of her women to comfort them, with all sorts of refreshments and wine, to recover their spirits.

The queen’s women found them still in a swoon, and almost past receiving any benefit by what they offered them.  However, with much difficulty they were brought to themselves.  Ganem’s mother immediately returned them thanks for their courtesy.  “My good madam,” said one of the queen’s ladies to her, “we are highly concerned at your affliction, and the queen of Syria, our mistress, has done us a favour in employing us to assist you.  We can assure you, that princess is much afflicted at your misfortunes, as well as the king her consort.”  Ganem’s mother entreated the queen’s women to return her majesty a thousand thanks from her and her daughter, and then directing her discourse to the lady who spoke to her, “Madam,” said she, “the king has not told me why the chief of the believers inflicts so many outrages on us:  pray be pleased to tell us what crimes we have been guilty of.”  “My good lady,” answered the other, “the origin of your misfortunes proceeds from your son Ganem.  He is not dead, as you imagine.  He is accused of having seduced the beautiful Fetnah, the best beloved of the caliph’s favourites; but having, by flight, withdrawn himself from that prince’s indignation, the punishment is fallen on you.  All condemn the caliph’s resentment, but all fear him; and you see king Zinebi himself dares not resist his orders, for fear of incurring his displeasure.  All we can do is to pity you, and exhort you to have patience.”