had come.

It was six and twenty days before Dschemil caught sight of a
green spot rising out of the sandy desert, and knew that the
spring was near at last. He hastened his steps, and soon was
kneeling by its side, drinking thirstily of the bubbling water.
Then he lay down on the cool grass, and began to think. ‘If the
man was right, the castle must be somewhere about. I had better
sleep here to-night, and to-morrow I shall be able to see where
it is.' So he slept long and peacefully. When he awoke the sun
was high, and he jumped up and washed his face and hands in the
spring, before going on his journey. He had not walked far, when
the castle suddenly appeared before him, though a moment before
not a trace of it could be seen. ‘How am I to get in?' he
thought. ‘I dare not knock, lest the ogre should hear me. Perhaps
it would be best for me to climb up the wall, and wait to see
what will happen. So he did, and after sitting on the top for
about an hour, a window above him opened, and a voice said:
‘Dschemil!' He looked up, and at the sight of Dschemila, whom he
had so long believed to be dead, he began to weep.

‘Dear cousin,' she whispered, ‘what has brought you here?'

‘My grief at losing you.'

‘Oh! go away at once. If the ogre comes back he will kill you.'

‘I swear by your head, queen of my heart, that I have not found
you only to lose you again! If I must die, well, I must!'