Alla ad Deen’s mother, terrified at the sight of the genie, fainted; when Alla ad Deen, who had seen such a phantom in the cavern, snatched the lamp out of his mother’s hand, and said to the genie boldly, “I am hungry, bring me something to eat.”  The genie disappeared immediately, and in an instant returned with a large silver tray, holding twelve covered dishes of the same metal, which contained the most delicious viands; six large white bread cakes on two plates, two flagons of wine, and two silver cups.  All these he placed upon a carpet, and disappeared; this was done before Alla ad Deen’s mother recovered from her swoon.

Alla ad Deen had fetched some water, and sprinkled it in her face, to recover her:  whether that or the smell of the meat brought her to life again, it was not long before she came to herself.  “Mother,” said Alla ad Deen, “do not mind this; get up, and come and eat; here is what will put you in heart, and at the same time satisfy my extreme hunger:  do not let such delicious meat get cold.”

His mother was much surprised to see the great tray, twelve dishes, six loaves, the two flagons and cups, and to smell the savoury odour which exhaled from the dishes.  “Child,” said she, “to whom are we obliged for this great plenty and liberality?  Has the sultan been made acquainted with our poverty, and had compassion on us?” “It is no matter, mother,” said Alla ad Deen, “let us sit down and eat; for you have almost as much need of a good breakfast as myself; when we have done, I will tell you.”  Accordingly both mother and son sat down, and ate with the better relish as the table was so well furnished.  But all the time Alla ad Deen’s mother could not forbear looking at and admiring the tray and dishes, though she could not judge whether they were silver or any other metal, and the novelty more than the value attracted her attention.

The mother and son sat at breakfast till it was dinner-time, and then they thought it would be best to put the two meals together; yet after this they found they should have enough left for supper, and two meals for the next day.

When Alla ad Deen’s mother had taken away and set by what was left, she went and sat down by her son on the sofa, saying, “I expect now that you should satisfy my impatience, and tell me exactly what passed between the genie and you while I was in a swoon;” which he readily complied with.

She was in as great amazement at what her son told her, as at the appearance of the genie; and said to him, “But, son, what have we to do with genii?  I never heard that any of my acquaintance had ever seen one.  How came that vile genie to address himself to me, and not to you, to whom he had appeared before in the cave?” “Mother,” answered Alla ad Deen, “the genie you saw is not the one who appeared to me, though he resembles him in size; no, they had quite different persons and habits; they belong to different masters.  If you remember, he that I first saw, called himself the slave of the ring on my finger; and this you saw, called himself the slave of the lamp you had in your hand:  but I believe you did not hear him, for I think you fainted as soon as he began to speak.”