“It is of no use,” said the grand-vizir, “I shall never consent.  If the Sultan was to order me to plunge a dagger in your heart, I should have to obey.  What a task for a father!  Ah, if you do not fear death, fear at any rate the anguish you would cause me.”

“Once again, my father,” said Scheherazade, “will you grant me what I ask?”

“What, are you still so obstinate?” exclaimed the grand-vizir.  “Why are you so resolved upon your own ruin?”

But the maiden absolutely refused to attend to her father’s words, and at length, in despair, the grand-vizir was obliged to give way, and went sadly to the palace to tell the Sultan that the following evening he would bring him Scheherazade.

The Sultan received this news with the greatest astonishment.

“How have you made up your mind,” he asked, “to sacrifice your own daughter to me?”

“Sire,” answered the grand-vizir, “it is her own wish.  Even the sad fate that awaits her could not hold her back.”

“Let there be no mistake, vizir,” said the Sultan.  “Remember you will have to take her life yourself.  If you refuse, I swear that your head shall pay forfeit.”

“Sire,” returned the vizir.  “Whatever the cost, I will obey you.  Though a father, I am also your subject.”  So the Sultan told the grand-vizir he might bring his daughter as soon as he liked.

The vizir took back this news to Scheherazade, who received it as if it had been the most pleasant thing in the world.  She thanked her father warmly for yielding to her wishes, and, seeing him still bowed down with grief, told him that she hoped he would never repent having allowed her to marry the Sultan.  Then she went to prepare herself for the marriage, and begged that her sister Dinarzade should be sent for to speak to her.

When they were alone, Scheherazade addressed her thus: 

“My dear sister; I want your help in a very important affair.  My father is going to take me to the palace to celebrate my marriage with the Sultan.  When his Highness receives me, I shall beg him, as a last favour, to let you sleep in our chamber, so that I may have your company during the last night I am alive.  If, as I hope, he grants me my wish, be sure that you wake me an hour before the dawn, and speak to me in these words:  ’My sister, if you are not asleep, I beg you, before the sun rises, to tell me one of your charming stories.’  Then I shall begin, and I hope by this means to deliver the people from the terror that reigns over them.”  Dinarzade replied that she would do with pleasure what her sister wished.

When the usual hour arrived the grand-vizir conducted Scheherazade to the palace, and left her alone with the Sultan, who bade her raise her veil and was amazed at her beauty.  But seeing her eyes full of tears, he asked what was the matter.  “Sire,” replied Scheherazade, “I have a sister who loves me as tenderly as I love her.  Grant me the favour of allowing her to sleep this night in the same room, as it is the last we shall be together.”  Schahriar consented to Scheherazade’s petition and Dinarzade was sent for.