This entertainment lasted till night, when Alla ad Deen would have taken leave of his uncle to go home; the magician would not let him go by himself, but conducted him to his mother, who, as soon as she saw him so well dressed, was transported with joy, and bestowed a thousand blessings upon the magician, for being at so great an expense upon her child.  “Generous relation!” said she, “I know not how to thank you for your liberality!  I know that my son is not deserving of your favours; and were he ever so grateful, and answered your good intentions, he would be unworthy of them.  I thank you with all my soul, and wish you may live long enough to witness my son’s gratitude, which he cannot better shew than by regulating his conduct by your good advice.”  “Alla ad Deen,” replied the magician, “is a good boy, and I believe we shall do very well; but I am sorry for one thing, which is, that I cannot perform to-morrow what I promised, because, as it is Friday, the shops will be shut up, and therefore we cannot hire or furnish one, but must wait till Saturday.  I will, however, call on him to-morrow and take him to walk in the gardens, where people of the best fashion generally resort.  Perhaps he has never seen these amusements, he has only hitherto been among children; but now he must see men.”  The African magician took his leave of the mother and the son, and retired.  Alla ad Deen, who was overjoyed to be so well clothed, anticipated the pleasure of walking in the gardens.  He had never been out of the town, nor seen the environs, which were very beautiful and pleasant.

Alla ad Deen rose early the next morning, dressed himself, to be ready when his uncle called on him; and after he had waited some time, began to be impatient, and stood watching at the door; but as soon as he perceived him coming, he told his mother, took his leave of her, and ran to meet him.

The magician caressed Alla ad Deen, and said, “Come, my dear child, and I will shew you fine things.”  He then led him out at one of the gates of the city, to some magnificent houses, or rather palaces, to each of which belonged beautiful gardens, into which anybody might enter.  At every building he came to, he asked Alla ad Deen if he did not think it fine; and the youth was ready to answer when any one presented itself, crying out, “Here is a finer house, uncle, than any we have seen yet.”  By this artifice, the cunning magician led Alla ad Deen some way into the country; and as he meant to carry him farther, to execute his design, he took an opportunity to sit down in one of the gardens on the brink of a fountain of clear water, which discharged itself by a lion’s mouth of bronze into a basin, pretending to be tired.  “Come, nephew,” said he, “you must be weary as well as I; let us rest ourselves, and we shall be better able to pursue our walk.”