Shier-ear immediately left the king of Tartary, that he might give him time to bathe, and to change his apparel.  As soon as he had done, he returned to him again, and they sat down together on a sofa or alcove.  The courtiers out of respect kept at a distance, and the two princes entertained one another suitably to their friendship, their consanguinity, and their long separation.  The time of supper being come, they ate together, after which they renewed their conversation, which continued till Shier-ear, perceiving that it was very late, left his brother to repose.

The unfortunate Shaw-zummaun retired to bed.  Though the conversation of his brother had suspended his grief for some time, it returned again with increased violence; so that, instead of taking his necessary rest, he tormented himself with the bitterest reflections.  All the circumstances of his wife’s disloyalty presented themselves afresh to his imagination, in so lively a manner, that he was like one distracted. being able to sleep, he arose, and abandoned himself to the most afflicting thoughts, which made such an impression upon his countenance, as it was impossible for the sultan not to observe.  “What,” said he, “can be the matter with the king of Tartary that he is so melancholy?  Has he any cause to complain of his reception?  No, surely; I have received him as a brother whom I love, so that I can charge myself with no omission in that respect.  Perhaps it grieves him to be at such a distance from his dominions, or from the queen his wife?  If that be the case, I must forthwith give him the presents I designed for him, that he may return to Samarcand.”  Accordingly the next day Shier-ear sent him part of those presents, being the greatest rarities and the richest things that the Indies could afford.  At the same time he endeavoured to divert his brother every day by new objects of pleasure, and the most splendid entertainments.  But these, instead of affording him ease, only increased his sorrow.

One day, Shier-ear having appointed a great hunting-match, about two days journey from his capital, in a place that abounded with deer, Shaw-zummaun besought him to excuse his attendance, for his health would not allow him to bear him company.  The sultan, unwilling to put any constraint upon him, left him at his liberty, and went a-hunting with his nobles.  The king of Tartary being thus left alone, shut himself up in his apartment, and sat down at a window that looked into the garden.  That delicious place, and the sweet harmony of an infinite number of birds, which chose it for their retreat, must certainly have diverted him, had he been capable of taking pleasure in anything; but being perpetually tormented with the fatal remembrance of his queen’s infamous conduct, his eyes were not so much fixed upon the garden, as lifted up to heaven to bewail his misfortune.