In the morning the foolish bang-eater actually repaired to the walee, and informed him that his wife had stolen a pot of gold, which she had still in her possession.  The walee upon this apprehended the woman, who denied the accusation, when she was threatened with death.  She then said, “My lord, the power is in your hands; but I am an injured woman, as you wili find by questioning my unfortunate husband; who, alas! is deranged in his intellects.  Ask him when I committed the theft.”  The walee did so; to which he replied, “It was on the evening of that night on which it rained broiled flesh and fish ready dressed.”  “Wretch!” exclaimed the walee, “dost thou dare to utter falsehoods before me?  Who ever saw it rain any thing but water?” “As I hope for life, my lord,” replied the bang-eater, “I speak the truth; for my wife and myself ate of the fish and flesh which fell from the clouds.”  The woman being appealed to, denied the assertion of her husband.

The walee being now convinced that the man was crazy, released his wife, and sent the husband to the madhouse; where he remained some days, till the wife, pitying his condition, contrived to get him released by the following stratagem.  She visited her husband, and desired him when any one inquired of him if he had seen it rain flesh and fish, to answer, “No:  who ever saw it rain any thing but water?” She then informed the keeper that he was come to his senses, and desired him to put the question.  On his answering properly he was released.

The fisherman had not long been in the service of the sultan, when walking one day near the house of a principal merchant, his daughter chanced to look through a window, and the buffoon was so struck with her beauty that he became devoted to love.  Daily did he repair to the same spot for weeks together in hopes of once seeing her, but in vain; for she did not again appear at the window.  At length, his passion had such an effect upon him that he fell sick, kept his bed, and began to rave, exclaiming, “Ah! what charming eyes, what a beautiful complexion, what a graceful stature has my beloved!” In this situation he was attended by an old woman, who, compassionating his case, desired him to reveal the cause of his uneasiness.

“My dear mother,” replied he, “I thank thee for thy kindness; but unless thou canst asssist me I must soon die.”  He then related what he had seen, and described to her the house of the merchant.  When she said, “Son, be of good cheer; for no one could so readily have assisted thee in this dilemma as myself.  Have patience, and I will speedily return with intelligence of thy beloved.”  Having spoken thus, she departed, and upon reaching her own house disguised herself as a devotee.  Throwing over her shoulders a coarse woollen gown, holding in one hand a long string of beads, in the other a walking staff, she proceeded to the merchant’s house, at the gate of which she cried, “God is God, there is no God but God; may his holy name be praised, and may God be with you,” in a most devout tone.