"'Take it Lelie,' she cried, 'As thou hast lost thy gourd, take it.'
"Upon this Lelie took Mustapha away and placed him in a quiet corner of her room.
"Meanwhile some days went by, and all the cooks tried in vain to please the sick Princess. All day long an army of slaves went past her bed, each bearing some rare dish or some luscious fruit, but still alas! in vain; so that at length the doctors decided that if she did not eat within a day she would surely die.
"Lelie, who was in great distress, left the Princess and went to her own room to weep alone. At last she arose to go out into the garden, thinking that perhaps the Princess might be tempted by a rose-leaf salad.
"As she walked past Mustapha he cried aloud, 'Take me.'
"'This is queer,' said she, but when the words were repeated she clutched the Frankish toy and ran out into the garden. Here she wandered long, but as evening fell she suddenly saw that a storm had gathered.
"Before she could reach the Palace, a wild gust of wind caught in Mustapha's skirts and nearly tore him from her hand. As she struggled the wind expanded his petticoats, and at last crack went the wires, and then what do you think?
"Mustapha was turned inside out, and the umbrella was a man once more.
"In a moment he explained everything, but after he had kissed her twice she began to sob, for now she knew that he had escaped one evil fate only to light upon another as fearful.
"'Ah!' she cried, 'a man! You, a soldier, in the gardens of the Palace! You will be put to death at once.'