The wedding was arranged, and the night before the whole town was
illuminated.

Biscuits and gingerbreads were thrown among the people, the
street boys stood on tiptoe crying hurrahs and whistling through
their fingers. It was all splendid.

'Now I must also give them a treat,' thought the merchant's son.
And so he bought rockets, crackers, and all the kinds of
fireworks you can think of, put them in his trunk, and flew up
with them into the air.

Whirr-r-r, how they fizzed and blazed!

All the Turks jumped so high that their slippers flew above their
heads; such a splendid glitter they had never seen before.

Now they could quite well understand that it was the god of the
Turks himself who was to marry the princess.

As soon as the young merchant came down again into the wood with
his trunk he thought, 'Now I will just go into the town to see
how the show has taken.'

And it was quite natural that he should want to do this.

Oh! what stories the people had to tell!

Each one whom he asked had seen it differently, but they had all