Aladdin laid a finger on his forehead; he drew it away and saw that the tip was wet.
“I couldn’t very well say,” he said.
The girl bent over him.
“It nearly happened,” she said.
“You are very wonderful and beautiful,” said Aladdin.
Her eyes were like stars, and she leaned closer.
“Are you going to go on fighting against my people?” she said.
Roses lay for a moment on his lips.
“Are you?”
He made no sign. If she had kissed him again he would have renounced his birthright and his love.