And the lamb's flesh answered:

‘He is your brother,
And cousin of the other.'

‘What did it say, Dschemila?' asked the ogre.

‘Only that it was ready, and that I had better take it off the
fire.'

‘Then if it is ready, bring it to me, and I will eat it.'

So she brought it to him, and while he was eating she supped off
the lamb's flesh herself, and managed to put some aside for her
cousin.

When the ogre had finished, and had washed his hands, he said to
Dschemila: ‘Make my bed, for I am tired.'

So she made his bed, and put a nice soft pillow for his head, and
tucked him up.

‘Father,' she said suddenly.

‘Well, what is it?'

‘Dear father, if you are really asleep, why are your eyes always
open?'