Fetnah and Ganem had just dined:  the lady was sitting at a window next the street; hearing a noise, she looked out through the lattice, and seeing the grand vizier, approach with his attendants, concluded she was their object as well as Ganem.  She perceived her note had been received, but had not expected such a consequence, having hoped that the caliph would have taken the matter in a different light.  She knew not how long the prince had been returned from his campaign, and though she was acquainted with his jealous temper, yet apprehended nothing on that account.  However, the sight of the grand vizier, and the soldiers made her tremble, not indeed for herself, but for Ganem:  she did not question clearing herself, provided the caliph would but hear her.  As for Ganem, whom she loved less out of gratitude than inclination, she plainly foresaw that his incensed rival might be apt to condemn him, on account of his youth and person.  Full of this thought, she turned to the young merchant and said, “Alas!  Ganem, we are undone.”  Ganem looked through the lattice, and was seized with dread, when he beheld the caliph’s guards with their naked cimeters, and the grand vizier, with the civil magistrate at the head of them.  At this sight he stood motionless, and had not power to utter one word.  “Ganem,” said the favourite, “there is no time to be lost; if you love me, put on the habit of one of your slaves immediately, and disfigure your face and arms with soot.  Then put some of these dishes on your head; you may be taken for a servant belonging to the eating house, and they will let you pass.  If they happen to ask you where the master of the house is, answer, without any hesitation, that he is within.”  “Alas! madam,” answered Harem, concerned for himself than for Fetnah, “you only take care of me, what will become of you?” “Let not that trouble you,” replied Fetnah, “it is my part to look to that.  As for what you leave in this house, I will take care of it, and I hope it will be one day faithfully restored to you, when the caliph’s anger shall be over; but at present avoid his fury.  The orders he gives in the heat of passion are always fatal.”  The young merchant’s affliction was so great, that he knew not what course to pursue, and would certainly have suffered himself to be seized by the caliph’s soldiers, had not Fetnah pressed him to disguise himself.  He submitted to her persuasions, put on the habit of a slave, daubed himself with soot, and as they were knocking at the door, all they could do was to embrace each other tenderly.  They were both so overwhelmed with sorrow, that they could not utter a word.  Thus they parted.  Ganem went out with some dishes on his head:  he was taken for the servant of an eating-house, and no one offered to stop him.  On the contrary, the grand vizier, who was the first that met him, gave way and let him pass, little thinking that he was the man he looked for.  Those who were behind the grand vizier, made way as he had done, and thus favoured his escape He soon reached one of the gates, and got clear of the city.