And the gazelle answered: ‘I am well, and where I come from it is well, and I wish that after four days you would take your wife and go home.’
And he said: ‘It is for you to speak. Where you go, I will follow.’
‘Then I shall go to your father-in-law and tell him this news.’
‘Go, my son.’
So the gazelle went to the father-in-law and said: ‘I am sent by my master to come and tell you that after four days he will go away with his wife to his own home.’
‘Must he really go so quickly? We have not yet sat much together, I and Sultan Darai, nor have we yet talked much together, nor have we yet ridden out together, nor have we eaten together; yet it is fourteen days since he came.’
But the gazelle replied: ‘My lord, you cannot help it, for he wishes to go home, and nothing will stop him.’
‘Very good,’ said the sultan, and he called all the people who were in the town, and commanded that the day his daughter left the palace ladies and guards were to attend her on her way.
And at the end of four days a great company of ladies and slaves and horses went forth to escort the wife of Sultan Darai to her new home. They rode all day, and when the sun sank behind the hills they rested, and ate of the food the gazelle gave them, and lay down to sleep. And they journeyed on for many days, and they all, nobles and slaves, loved the gazelle with a great love—more than they loved the Sultan Darai.
At last one day signs of houses appeared, far, far off. And those who saw cried out, ‘Gazelle!’