When Alla ad Deen’s mother had taken all these precautions, for fear of the sultan’s anger, she told him faithfully how Alla ad Deen had seen the princess Buddir al Buddoor, the violent love that fatal sight had inspired him with, the declaration he had made to her of it when he came home, and what representations she had made “to dissuade him from a passion no less disrespectful,” said she, “to your majesty, as sultan, than to the princess your daughter.  But,” continued she, “my son, instead of taking my advice and reflecting on his presumption, was so obstinate as to persevere, and to threaten me with some desperate act, if I refused to come and ask the princess in marriage of your majesty; and it was not without the greatest reluctance that I was led to accede to his request, for which I beg your majesty once more to pardon not only me, but also Alla ad Deen my son, for entertaining so rash a project as to aspire to so high an alliance.”

The sultan hearkened to this discourse with mildness, and without shewing the least anger; but before he gave her any answer, asked her what she had brought tied up in the napkin.  She took the china dish, which she had set down at the foot of the throne, before she prostrated herself before him; untied it, and presented it to the sultan.

The sultan’s amazement and surprise were inexpressible, when he saw so many large, beautiful, and valuable jewels collected in the dish.  He remained for some time motionless with admiration.  At last, when he had recovered himself, he received the present from Alla ad Deen’s mother’s hand, crying out in a transport of joy, “How rich, how beautiful!” After he had admired and handled all the jewels, one after another, he turned to his grand vizier, and shewing him the dish, said, “Behold, admire, wonder, and confess that your eyes never beheld jewels so rich and beautiful before.”  The vizier was charmed.  “Well,” continued the sultan, “what sayst thou to such a present?  Is it not worthy of the princess my daughter?  And ought I not to bestow her on one who values her at so great price?”

These words put the grand vizier into extreme agitation.  The sultan had some time before signified to him his intention of bestowing the princess on a son of his; therefore he was afraid, and not without grounds, that the sultan, dazzled by so rich and extraordinary a present, might change his mind.  Therefore going to him, and whispering him in the ear, he said, “I cannot but own that the present is worthy of the princess; but I beg of your majesty to grant me three months before you come to a final resolution.  I hope, before that time, my son, on whom you have had the goodness to look with a favourable eye, will be able to make a nobler present than Alla ad Deen, who is an entire stranger to Your majesty.”

The sultan, though he was fully persuaded that it was not possible for the vizier to provide so considerable a present for his son to make the princess, yet as he had given him hopes, hearkened to him, and granted his request.  Turning therefore to the old widow, he said to her, “Good woman, go home, and tell your son that I agree to the proposal you have made me; but I cannot marry the princess my daughter, till the paraphernalia I design for her be got ready, which cannot be finished these three months; but at the expiration of that time come again.”