"O Sidi Mahomet, what are you doing there? Come here, I need you."
He took a rose and approached.
"Where do you live?" asked the princess.
"With the son of the Sultan of India," answered the monkey.
"Tell him to buy me."
"I will tell him, provided he will accept."
The next day he stayed in the house and tore his face. The princess called him again. The monkey brought her a rose.
"Who put you in that condition?" she cried.
"It was the son of the Sultan of India," answered the monkey. "When I told him to buy you he gave me a blow."
The princess gave him 100 ecus, and he went away. The next day he scratched his face worse and climbed on the house. The daughter of the King called him: