Supper being over chessmen were brought, and the Sultan signed to me to know if I would play with him.  I kissed the ground and laid my hand on my head to show that I was ready to show myself worthy of the honour.  He beat me the first game, but I won the second and third, and seeing that this did not quite please I dashed off a verse by way of consolation.

The Sultan was so enchanted with all the talents of which I had given proof that he wished me to exhibit some of them to other people.  So turning to the chief of the eunuchs he said, “Go and beg my daughter, Queen of Beauty, to come here.  I will show her something she has never seen before.”

The chief of the eunuchs bowed and left the room, ushering in a few moments later the princess, Queen of Beauty.  Her face was uncovered, but the moment she set foot in the room she threw her veil over her head.  “Sire,” she said to her father, “what can you be thinking of to summon me like this into the presence of a man?”

“I do not understand you,” replied the Sultan.  “There is nobody here but the eunuch, who is your own servant, the little slave, and myself, yet you cover yourself with your veil and reproach me for having sent for you, as if I had committed a crime.”

“Sire,” answered the princess, “I am right and you are wrong.  This monkey is really no monkey at all, but a young prince who has been turned into a monkey by the wicked spells of a genius, son of the daughter of Eblis.”

As will be imagined, these words took the Sultan by surprise, and he looked at me to see how I should take the statement of the princess.  As I was unable to speak, I placed my hand on my head to show that it was true.

“But how do you know this, my daughter?” asked he.

“Sire,” replied Queen of Beauty, “the old lady who took care of me in my childhood was an accomplished magician, and she taught me seventy rules of her art, by means of which I could, in the twinkling of an eye, transplant your capital into the middle of the ocean.  Her art likewise teaches me to recognise at first sight all persons who are enchanted, and tells me by whom the spell was wrought.”

“My daughter,” said the Sultan, “I really had no idea you were so clever.”

“Sire,” replied the princess, “there are many out-of-the-way things it is as well to know, but one should never boast of them.”

“Well,” asked the Sultan, “can you tell me what must be done to disenchant the young prince?”

“Certainly; and I can do it.”

“Then restore him to his former shape,” cried the Sultan.  “You could give me no greater pleasure, for I wish to make him my grand-vizir, and to give him to you for your husband.”

“As your Highness pleases,” replied the princess.

Queen of Beauty rose and went to her chamber, from which she fetched a knife with some Hebrew words engraven on the blade.  She then desired the Sultan, the chief of the eunuchs, the little slave, and myself to descend into a secret court of the palace, and placed us beneath a gallery which ran all round, she herself standing in the centre of the court.  Here she traced a large circle and in it wrote several words in Arab characters.