the wine of his country.  He will go for some and while he is gone I will tell you what to do.”  She listened carefully to Aladdin and when he left she arrayed herself gaily for the first time since she left China.  She put on a girdle and head-dress of diamonds, and, seeing in a glass that she was more beautiful than ever, received the magician, saying, to his great amazement:  “I have made up my mind that Aladdin is dead, and that all my tears will not bring him back to me, so I am resolved to mourn no more, and have therefore invited you to sup with me; but I am tired of the wines of China, and would fain taste those of Africa.”  The magician flew to his cellar, and the Princess put the powder Aladdin had given her in her cup.  When he returned she asked him to drink her health in the wine of Africa, handing him her cup in exchange for his, as a sign she was reconciled to him.  Before drinking the magician made her a speech in praise of her beauty, but the Princess cut him short, saying:  “Let us drink first, and you shall say what you will afterward.”  She set her cup to her lips and kept it there, while the magician drained his to the dregs and fell back lifeless.  The Princess then opened the door to Aladdin, and flung her arms round his neck; but Aladdin put her away, bidding her leave him, as he had more to do.  He then went to the dead magician, took the lamp out of his vest, and bade the genie carry the palace and all in it back to China.  This was done, and the Princess in her chamber only felt two little shocks, and little thought she was at home again.

The Sultan, who was sitting in his closet, mourning for his lost daughter, happened to look up, and rubbed his eyes, for there stood the palace as before!  He hastened thither, and Aladdin received him in the hall of the four-and-twenty windows, with the Princess at his side.  Aladdin told him what had happened, and showed him the dead body of the magician, that he might believe.  A ten days’ feast was proclaimed, and it seemed as if Aladdin might now live the rest of his life in peace; but it was not to be.

The African magician had a younger brother, who was, if possible, more wicked and more cunning than himself.  He traveled to China to avenge his brother’s death, and went to visit a pious woman called Fatima, thinking she might be of use to him.  He entered her cell and clapped a dagger to her breast, telling her to rise and do his bidding on pain of death.  He changed clothes with her, colored his face like hers, put on her veil, and murdered her, that she might tell no tales.  Then he went toward the palace of Aladdin, and all the people, thinking he was the holy woman, gathered round him, kissing his hands and begging his blessing.  When he got to the palace there was such a noise going on round him that the Princess bade her slave look out of the window and ask what was the matter.  The slave said it was the holy woman, curing people by her touch of their ailments, whereupon the Princess, who had long