The sultan did not give Pirouzè time to finish her relation, but transported with anger, and giving way to his passion, “Madam,” said he to the princess, “those perfidious wretches who cause you to shed these tears, and are the occasion of mortal grief to their father, shall soon feel the punishment due to their guilt.”  The sultan having spoken these words, with indignation in his countenance, went directly to the presence-chamber where all his courtiers attended, and such of the people as had petitions to present to him.  They were alarmed to see him in passion, and thought his anger had been kindled against his people.  Their hearts were chilled with fear.  He ascended the throne, and causing his grand vizier to approach, “Hassan,” said he, “go immediately, take a thousand of my guards, and seize all the princes, my sons; shut them up in the tower used as a prison for murderers, and let this be done in a moment.”  All who were present trembled at this extraordinary command; and the grand vizier, without uttering a word, laid his hand on his head, to express his obedience, and hastened from the hall to execute his orders.  In the mean time the sultan dismissed those who attended for audience, and declared he would not hear of any business for a month to come.  He was still in the hall when the vizier returned.  “Are all my sons,” demanded he, “in the tower?” “They are, sir,” answered the vizier, “I have obeyed your orders.”  “This is not all,” replied the sultan, “I have further commands for you;” and so saying he went out of the hall of audience, and returned to Pirouzè’s apartment, the vizier following him.  He asked the princess where Codadad’s widow had taken up her lodging?  Pirouzè’s women told him, for the surgeon had not forgotten that in his relation.  The sultan then turning to his minister, “Go,” said he, “to this caravanserai, and conduct a young princess who lodges there, with all the respect due to her quality, to my palace.”

The vizier was not long in performing what he was ordered.  He mounted on horseback with all the emirs and courtiers, and repaired to the caravanserai, where the princess of Deryabar was lodged, whom he acquainted with his orders; and presented her, from the sultan, a fine white mule, whose saddle and bridle were adorned with gold, rubies, and diamonds.  She mounted, and proceeded to the palace.  The surgeon attended her, mounted on a beautiful Tartar horse which the vizier had provided for him.  All the people were at their windows, or in the streets, to see the cavalcade; and it being given out that the princess, whom they conducted in such state to court, was Codadad’s wife, the city resounded with acclamations, the air rung with shouts of joy, which would have been turned into lamentations had that prince’s fatal adventure been known; so much was he beloved by all.