Sultan Zeyn vowed that he would for the future follow his mother’s advice, and be directed by the wise viziers she had chosen to assist him in supporting the weight of government.  But the very night after he returned to his palace, he saw the old man the third time in a dream, who said to him, “The time of your prosperity is come, brave Zeyn:  to-morrow morning, as soon as you are up, take a little pick-axe, and dig in the late sultan’s closet; you will there find a rich treasure.”

As soon as the sultan awoke, he got up, ran to the queen’s apartment, and with much eagerness told her the new dream of that night.  “Really, my son,” said the queen smiling, “this is a very positive old man; he is not satisfied with having deceived you twice:  have you a mind to believe him again?” “No, madam,” answered Zeyn, “I give no credit to what he has said; but I will, for my own satisfaction, search my father’s closet.”  “I really fancied so,” cried the queen, laughing heartily:  “go, my son, satisfy yourself; my comfort is, that work is not so fatiguing as the journey to Egypt.”

“Well madam,” answered the sultan, “I must own, that this third dream has restored my confidence, for it is connected with the two others; let us examine the old man’s words.  He first directed me to go into Egypt; there he told me, he had put me upon taking that journey, only to try me.  ‘Return to Bussorah,’ said he, ‘that is the place where you are to find treasures;’ this night he has exactly pointed out to me the place where they are:  these three dreams in my opinion, are connected.  After all, they may be chimerical:  but I would rather search in vain, than blame myself as long as I live, for having perhaps missed great riches, by being unseasonably incredulous.”

Having spoken thus, he left the queen’s apartment, caused a pick-axe to be brought him, and went alone into the late sultan’s closet.  He immediately began to break up the ground, and took up above half the square stones it was paved with, but yet saw not the least appearance of what he sought.  He ceased working to take a little rest, thinking within himself, “I am much afraid my mother had cause enough to laugh at me.”  However, he took heart, and went on with his labour, nor had he cause to repent; for on a sudden he discovered a white slab, which he took up, and under it found a door, made fast with a steel padlock, which he broke with the pick-axe, and opened the door, which covered a staircase of white marble.  He immediately lighted a lamp, and went down the stairs into a room, the floor whereof was laid with tiles of chinaware, and the roof and walls were of crystal; but he particularly fixed his eyes on four shelves, a little raised above the rest of the floor, on each of which were ten urns of porphyry.  He fancied they were full of wine:  “Well,” said he, “that wine must be very old, I do not question but it is excellent.”  He went up to one of the urns, took off the cover, and with no less joy than surprise perceived it was full of pieces of gold.  He searched all the forty, one after another, and found them full of the same coin, took out a handful, and carried it to the queen.