The queen arrived shortly after.  She first went into the chamber of her husband, the king of the Black Islands, stripped him, and with unexampled barbarity gave him a hundred stripes.  The unfortunate prince filled the palace with his lamentations, and conjured her in the most affecting tone to take pity on him; but the cruel wretch ceased not till she had given the usual number of blows.  “You had no compassion on my lover,” said she, “and you are to expect none from me.”

After the enchantress had given the king, her husband, a hundred blows with the whip, she put on again his covering of goat’s hair, and his brocade gown over all; she went afterwards to the Palace of Tears, and as she entered renewed her tears and lamentations:  then approaching the bed, where she thought her paramour lay, “What cruelty,” cried she, “was it to disturb the satisfaction so tender and passionate a lover as I am?  O cruel prince, who reproachest me that I am inhuman, when I make thee feel the effects of my resentment!  Does not thy barbarity surpass my vengeance?  Traitor! in attempting the life of the object which I adore, hast thou not robbed me of mine?  Alas!” said she, addressing herself to the sultan, conceiving him to be the black “My sun, my life, will you always be silent!  Are you resolved to let me die, without affording me the comfort of hearing again from your own lips that you love me?  My soul, speak one word to me at least, I conjure you.”

The sultan, as if he had awaked out of a deep sleep, and counterfeiting the pronunciation of the blacks, answered the queen with a grave tone, “There is no strength or power but in God alone, who is almighty.”  At these words the enchantress, who did not expect them, uttered a loud exclamation of joy.  “My dear lord,” cried she, “do not I deceive myself; is it certain that I hear you, and that you speak to me?” “Unhappy woman,” said the sultan, “art thou worthy that I should answer thee?” “Alas!” replied the queen, “why do you reproach me thus?” “The cries,” returned the sultan, “the groans and tears of thy husband, whom thou treatest every day with so much indignity and barbarity, prevent my sleeping night or day.  Hadst thou disenchanted him, I should long since have been cured, and have recovered the use of my speech.  This is the cause of my silence, of which you complain.”  “Well,” said the enchantress, “to pacify you, I am ready to execute your commands; would you have me restore him?” “Yes,” replied the sultan; “make haste to set him at liberty, that I be no longer disturbed by his lamentations.”

The enchantress went immediately out of the Palace of Tears; she took a cup of water, and pronounced some words over it, which caused it to boil, as if it had been on the fire.  She afterwards proceeded to the young king her husband, and threw the water upon him, saying, “If the creator of all things did form thee as thou art at present; or if he be angry with thee, do not change; but if thou art in