"They are seeking to kill you."
"Where can I hide?" He put her in the powder-house of the city, shut the door on her, and set the powder on fire. The ogress died. He came back to the fisherman.
"Forward," he said. They entered the city and established themselves there. One day Si Mahomet fell ill and died The two spouses put him in a coffin lined with silk and buried him. My story is told.
THE TWO FRIENDS
Sidi El-Marouf and Sidi Abd-el-Tadu were travelling in company. Toward evening they separated to find a resting-place. Sidi Abd-el-Tadu said to his friend:
"Let us say a prayer, that God may preserve us from the evil which we have never committed."
Sidi El-Marouf answered, "Yes, may God preserve us from the evil that we have not done!"
They went toward the houses, each his own way. Sidi El-Marouf presented himself at a door. "Can you entertain a traveller?"
"You are welcome," said a woman to him. "Enter, you may remain for the night."