‘Which way did you come?’ asked Dschemil.
‘From out there,’ answered the Jew pointing behind him.
‘And you have been travelling for a month, you say? Well, did you see anything remarkable?’
‘Yes, good sir; I saw a castle, and lay down to rest under its shadow. And an ogre woke me, and told me to come to this town, where I should find a young man called Dschemil, and a girl called Dschemila.’
‘My name is Dschemil. What does the ogre want with me?’
‘He gave me some presents for Dschemila. How can I see her?’
‘Come with me, and you shall give them into her own hands.’
So the two went together to the house of Dschemil’s uncle, and Dschemil led the Jew into his aunt’s room.
‘Aunt!’ he cried, ‘this Jew who is with me has come from the ogre, and has brought with him, as presents, a mirror and a comb which the ogre has sent her.’
‘But it may be only some wicked trick on the part of the ogre,’ said she.