“My good friend fisherman,” replied the genie, “I conjure thee once more, not to be guilty of such cruelty; consider, that it is not good to avenge one’s self, and that on the other hand, it is commendable to do good for evil; do not treat me as Imama formerly treated Ateca.”  “And what did Imama to Ateca?” enquired the fisherman.  “Ho!” says the genie, “if you have a mind to be informed, open the vessel:  do you think that I can be in an humour to relate stories in so strait a prison?  I will tell you as many as you please, when you have let me out.”  “No,” said the fisherman, “I will not let thee out; it is in vain to talk of it; I am just going to throw thee into the bottom of the sea.”  “Hear me one word more,” cried the genie; “I promise to do thee no hurt; nay, far from that, I will shew thee a way to become exceedingly rich.”

The hope of delivering himself from poverty, prevailed with the fisherman.  “I could listen to thee,” said he, “were there any credit to be given to thy word; swear to me by the great name of God, that you will faithfully perform what you promise, and I will open the vessel; I do not believe you will dare to break such an oath.”

The genie swore to him, upon which the fisherman immediately took off the covering of the vessel.  At that instant the smoke ascended, and the genie having resumed his form, the first thing he did was to kick the vessel into the sea.  This action alarmed the fisherman.  “Genie,” said he, “will not you keep the oath you just now made?  And must I say to you, as the physician Douban said to the Grecian king, suffer me to live, and God will prolong your days.”

The genie laughed at the fisherman’s fear, and answered, “No, fisherman, be not afraid, I only did it to divert myself, and to see if thou wouldst be alarmed at it:  but to convince thee that I am in earnest, take thy nets and follow me.”  As he spoke these words, he walked before the fisherman, who having taken up his nets, followed him, but with some distrust.  They passed by the town, and came to the top of a mountain, from whence they descended into a vast plain, which brought them to a lake, that lay betwixt four hills.

When they reached the side of the lake, the genie said to the fisherman, “Cast in thy nets, and catch fish; “the fisherman did not doubt of taking some, because he saw a great number in the water; but he was extremely surprised, when he found they were of four colours, that is to say, white, red, blue, and yellow.  He threw in his nets, and brought out one of each colour.  Having never seen the like before, he could not but admire them, and judging that he might get a considerable sum for them, he was very joyful.  “Carry those fish,” said the genie to him, “and present them to thy sultan; he will give thee more money for them.  Thou mayest come every day to fish in this lake; but I give thee warning not to throw in thy nets above once a day, otherwise thou wilt repent.”  Having spoken thus, he struck his foot upon the ground, which opened, and after it had swallowed him up closed again.