‘I will.’
The captain paid a month’s wages; he took the lad. They weighed anchor; they came to a large village; they landed to take in water.
The king’s son went out for a walk, and he sees a dervish with a girl’s portrait for sale. The king’s son bought it; it was very lovely. The girl’s father had been working at it for seven years. The king’s son set it on the fountain, thinking, Some one of those who come to drink the water will say, ‘I’ve seen that girl.’ The captain came ashore; he took in water; he lifted up his eyes, and saw the portrait. ‘What a beauty!’ He went aboard, and said to his crew, ‘There’s a beauty yonder, I’ve never seen her like.’
Baldpate said, ‘I’m going to see.’
Baldpate went. The moment he saw the portrait, he burst out laughing. ‘It’s the dervish’s daughter. How do they come by her?’
Hardly had he said it when they seized him and brought him to the palace. Baldpate lost his head the moment they seized him. But two days later they came to him: ‘This girl, do you know her?’
‘Know her? why, we were brought up together. Her mother is dead; she suckled both her and me.’ [[5]]
‘If they bring you before the king, fear not.’
He came before the king.
‘This girl, do you know her, my lad?’