And lo! in the morning when Aladdin looked out, there stood the most wonderful palace that ever was built.  Its marble walls were flushed a delicate pink in the morning light, and the jewels flashed from every window.

Then Aladdin and his mother set off for the Sultan’s palace, and the wedding took place that day.  The Princess loved Aladdin as soon as she saw him, and great were the rejoicings throughout the city.

The next day Aladdin invited the Sultan to visit the new palace, and when he entered the great hall, whose walls were of gold and silver and whose windows were set with jewels, he was filled with admiration and astonishment.

“It is the wonder of the world,” he cried.  “Never before have mortal eyes beheld such a beautiful palace.  One thing alone surprises me.  Why is there one window left unfinished?”

“Your Majesty,” answered Aladdin, “this has been done with a purpose, for I wished that thine own royal hand should have the honor of putting the finishing touch to my palace.”

The Sultan was so pleased when he heard this, that he sent at once for all the court jewelers and ordered them to finish the window like the rest.

The court jewelers worked for many days, and then sent to tell the Sultan that they had used up all the jewels they possessed, and still the window was not half finished.  The Sultan commanded that his own jewels should be given to complete the work; even when these were used the window was not finished.

Then Aladdin ordered the jewelers to stop their work, and to take back all the Sultan’s jewels as well as their own.  And that night he called up the Slave of the Lamp once more, and bade him finish the window.  This was done before the morning, and great was the surprise of the Sultan and all his workmen.

Now Aladdin did not grow proud of his great riches but was gentle and courteous to all, and kind to the poor, so that the people all loved him dearly.  He fought and won many battles for the Sultan, and was the greatest favorite in the land.

But far away in Africa there was trouble brewing for Aladdin.  The wicked old Magician who had pretended to be Aladdin’s uncle found out by his magic powers that the boy had not perished when he left him underground, but had somehow managed to escape and become rich and powerful.

“He must have discovered the secret of the lamp,” shrieked the Magician, tearing his hair with rage.  “I will not rest day or night until I shall have found some way of taking it from him.”

So he journeyed from Africa to China, and when he came to the city where Aladdin lived and saw the wonderful palace, he nearly choked with fury to see all its splendor and richness.  Then he disguised himself as a merchant, and bought a number of copper lamps, and with these went from street to street, crying, “New lamps for old.”

As soon as the people heard his cry, they crowded round him, laughing and jeering, for they thought he must be mad to make such an offer.