The Sultan's son said, "Let each one of us pluck a pomegranate and put it in his pocket."
So they each picked a pomegranate, but behold, in that one which Ali took was living the Jin of Jehan, who carries off children from year to year.
After this they returned to the palace and found their horses already saddled.
They mounted, and the Wazir's son struck his horse with his whip, and it soared over the clouds like a kite. And the Sultan's son followed his companion, his horse leaping. He saw his friend soaring and flying away in front till, as six o'clock struck, he saw him no more, so he returned weeping and in great distress.
Ali flew away on his horse till he found himself in the Jin's house, and he lifted up his voice and cried, "Alas, I am already lost."
That Jin sought a house, and told Ali, "Put your horse in here and fasten it apart."
On the second day he said to him, "Ali, do you see this big cooking-pot? Your work will be to keep up the fire under it."
On the third day the Jin gave into his hands all the keys of his house, seven in all, and he said to him, "You may open this one room, but these other six you may not open."
The demon then set out to go and walk about, saying to Ali as he left, "To-day I am going out to walk, and to-morrow I will return. You are to look after this pot, but you must not lift the lid to see what is in it."
When the demon had gone Ali lifted up the lid to see what was in the pot, and he saw human flesh stewing.