"What do these words signify," cried he, "which are upon the standard?"
He satisfied his curiosity by telling him that they represented the holy name of God.
"But I apprehend," interrupted Jemlikha, with eagerness, "that Dakianos is the King of this city, and that he makes himself be worshipped here as a god."
"I have never heard of any King so named," returned the inhabitant of the city.
"What an uncommon sleep I am in!" cried Jemlikha. "Awaken me, I conjure you," said he to him.
The man, surprised in his turn, could not forbear saying to him, "What! you have asked me reasonable and sensible questions, you have understood my answers, and can you imagine that you are asleep?"
Jemlikha, ashamed of speaking to him so inadvertently, quitted him, saying within himself, "Most high Allah, have you deprived me of reason?"
With this confusion of ideas, he entered into the city, which he could not in the least recollect: the houses, the temples, the seraglios, appeared under a new form to him. At length he stopped before the door of a baker, where he chose out several loaves, and presented his money for them: the baker examined it, and looking upon Jemlikha with much attention, he was alarmed at it, and said to him,
"Why dost thou look upon me? Give me thy bread, take my money, and concern thyself no further."
The baker answered him with the most eager curiosity, "Where hast thou found this money?"