Shier-ear, who expected to have found him in the same state as he had left him, was overjoyed to see him so cheerful:  “Dear brother,” said he, “I return thanks to heaven for the happy change it has wrought in you during my absence.  I am indeed extremely rejoiced.  But I have a request to make to you, and conjure you not to deny me."I can refuse you nothing,” replied the king of Tartary; “you may command Shaw-zummaun as you please:  speak, I am impatient to know what you desire of me.”  “Ever since you came to my court,” resumed Shier-ear, “I have found you immersed in a deep melancholy, and I have in vain attempted to remove it by different diversions.  I imagined it might be occasioned by your distance from your dominions, or that love might have a great share in it; and that the queen of Samarcand, who, no doubt, is an accomplished beauty, might be the cause.  I do not know whether I am mistaken in my conjecture; but I must own, that it was for this very reason I would not importune you upon the subject, for fear of making you uneasy.  But without myself contributing anything towards effecting the change, I find on my return that your mind is entirely delivered from the black vapour which disturbed it.  Pray do me the favour to tell me why you were so melancholy, and wherefore you are no longer so.”

The king of Tartary continued for some time as if he had been meditating and contriving what he should answer; but at last replied, “You are my sultan and master; but excuse me, I beseech you, from answering your question.”  “No, dear brother,” said the sultan, “you must answer me, I will take no denial.”  Shaw-zummaun, not being able to withstand these pressing entreaties, replied, “Well then, brother, I will satisfy you, since you command me ;” and having told him the story of the queen of Samarcand’s treachery “This,” said he, “was the cause of my grief; judge whether I had not sufficient reason for my depression.”

“O! my brother,” said the sultan, (in a tone which shewed what interest he took in the king of Tartary’s affliction), “what a horrible event do you tell me!  I commend you for punishing the traitors who offered you such an outrage.  None can blame you for what you have done.  It was just; and for my part, had the case been mine, 1 should scarcely have been so moderate.  I could not have satisfied myself with the life of one woman; I should have sacrificed a thousand to my fury.  I now cease to wonder at your melancholy.  The cause was too afflicting and too mortifying not to overwhelm you.  O heaven! what a strange adventure!  Nor do I believe the like ever befell any man but yourself.  But I must bless God, who has comforted you; and since I doubt not but your consolation is well-grounded, be so good as to inform me what it is, and conceal nothing from me.”  Shaw-zummaun was not so easily prevailed upon in this point as he had been in the other, on his brother’s account.  But being obliged to yield to his pressing instances,