She went first to the young king, whom she beat with a hundred blows.

Then she came to the room where she thought her wounded slave was,
but where the Sultan really lay.

She came near his couch and said, "Are you better to-day,
my dear slave? Speak but one word to me."

"How can I be better," answered the Sultan, imitating the language
of the Ethiopians, "when I can never sleep for the cries and groans
of your husband?"

"What joy to hear you speak!" answered the queen. "Do you wish
him to regain his proper shape?"

"Yes," said the Sultan; "hasten to set him at liberty, so that I
may no longer hear his cries."

The queen at once went out and took a cup of water, and said
over it some words that made it boil as if it were on the fire.
Then she threw it over the prince, who at once regained his own form.
He was filled with joy, but the enchantress said, "Hasten away from
this place and never come back, lest I kill you."

So he hid himself to see the end of the Sultan's plan.

The enchantress went back to the Palace of Tears and said,
"Now I have done what you wished."

"What you have done," said the Sultan, "is not enough to cure me.