King Beder then artfully substituted in the place of the queen’s cake the other which old Abdallah had given him, and having broken off a piece, he put it in his mouth, and cried, while he was eating, “Ah! queen, I never tasted anything so excellent in my life.”  They being near a cascade, the sorceress seeing him swallow one bit of the cake, and ready to eat another, took a little water in the palm of her hand, and throwing it in the king’s face, said, “Wretch! quit that form ofa man, and take that of a vile horse, blind and lame.”

These words not having the desired effect, the sorceress was strangely surprised to find King Beder still in the same form, and that he only started for fear.  Her cheeks reddened; and as she saw that she had missed her aim, “Dear Beder,” cried she, “this is nothing; recover yourself.  I did not intend you any harm; I only did it to see what you would say.  I should be the most miserable and most execrable of women, should I attempt so black a deed; not only on account of all the oaths I have sworn, but also of the many testimonies of love I have given you.”

“Puissant queen,” replied King Beder, “persuaded as I am, that what your majesty did was only to divert yourself, I could not help being surprised.  What could hinder me from being a little moved at the pronouncing of so strange a transformation?  But, madam,” continued he, “let us drop this discourse; and since I have eaten of your cake, would you do me the favour to taste mine?”

Queen Labe, who could not better justify herself than by showing this mark of confidence in the king of Persia, broke off a piece of his cake and ate it.  She had no sooner swallowed it than she appeared much troubled, and remained as it were motionless.  King Beder lost no time, but took water out of the same basin, and throwing it in her face, cried, “Abominable sorceress ! quit the form of woman, and be turned instantly into a mare.”

The same moment, Queen Labe was transformed into a very beautiful mare; and her confusion was so great to find herself in that condition, that she shed tears in great abundance.  She bowed her head to the feet of King Beder, thinking to move him to compassion; but though he could have been so moved, it was absolutely out of his power to repair the mischief he had done.  He led her into the stable belonging to the palace, and put her into the hands of a groom, to bridle and saddle; but of all the bridles which the groom tried upon her, not one would fit.  This made him cause two horses to be saddled, one for the groom and the other for himself; and the groom led the mare after him to old Abdallah’s.