“My daughter,” answered the vizir’s wife, “they do not flatter you.  I myself hardly recognised you.  The improvement is not due to the dress alone, but largely to the beautifying effects of the bath.  I am so struck by its results, that I would try it on myself.”

Acting forthwith on this decision she ordered two little slaves during her absence to watch over the beautiful Persian, and not to allow Noureddin to enter should he come.

She had no sooner gone than he arrived, and not finding his mother in her apartment, would have sought her in that of the Persian.  The two little slaves barred the entrance, saying that his mother had given orders that he was not to be admitted.  Taking each by an arm, he put them out of the anteroom, and shut the door.  Then they rushed to the bath, informing their mistress with shrieks and tears that Noureddin had driven them away by force and gone in.

This news caused great consternation to the lady, who, dressing herself as quickly as possible, hastened to the apartment of the fair Persian, to find that Noureddin had already gone out.  Much astonished to see the vizir’s wife enter in tears, the Persian asked what misfortune had happened.

“What!” exclaimed the lady, “you ask me that, knowing that my son Noureddin has been alone with you?”

“But, madam,” inquired the Persian, “what harm is there in that?”

“How!  Has my husband not told you that you are destined for the king?”

“Certainly, but Noureddin has just been to tell me that his father has changed his mind and has bestowed me upon him.  I believed him, and so great is my affection for Noureddin that I would willingly pass my life with him.”

“Would to heaven,” exclaimed the wife of the vizir, “that what you say were true; but Noureddin has deceived you, and his father will sacrifice him in vengeance for the wrong he has done.”

So saying, she wept bitterly, and all her slaves wept with her.

Khacan, entering shortly after this, was much astonished to find his wife and her slaves in tears, and the beautiful Persian greatly perturbed.  He inquired the cause, but for some time no answer was forthcoming.  When his wife was at length sufficiently calm to inform him of what had happened, his rage and mortification knew no bounds.  Wringing his hands and rending his beard, he exclaimed: 

“Wretched son! thou destroyest not only thyself but thy father.  The king will shed not only thy blood but mine.”  His wife tried to console him, saying:  “Do not torment thyself.  With the sale of my jewels I will obtain 10,000 gold pieces, and with this sum you will buy another slave.”

“Do not suppose,” replied her husband, “that it is the loss of the money that affects me.  My honour is at stake, and that is more precious to me than all my wealth.  You know that Saouy is my mortal enemy.  He will relate all this to the king, and you will see the consequences that will ensue.”