After I had informed her who I was, I gave her an account of my marriage with Ameeneh, of the complaisance I had shewn her, my patience in bearing with her humour, her extraordinary behaviour, and the savage inhumanity with which she had treated me out of her inconceivable wickedness, and finished my story with my transformation, and thanking her mother for the inexpressible happiness she had procured me.

“Syed Naomaun,” said the daughter to me, “let us not talk of the obligation you say you owe me; it is enough for me that I have done any service to so honest a man.  But let us talk of Ameeneh your wife.  I was acquainted with her before your marriage; and as I know her to be a sorceress, she also is sensible that I have some of the same kind of knowledge as herself, since we both learnt it of the same mistress.  We often meet at the baths, but as our tempers are different, I avoid all opportunities of contracting an intimacy with her, which is no difficult matter, as she does the same by me.  I am not at all surprised at her wickedness:  but what I have already done for you is not sufficient; I must complete what I have begun.  It is not enough to have broken the enchantment by which she has so long excluded you from the society of men.  You must punish her as she deserves, by going home again, and assuming the authority which belongs to you.  I will give you the proper means.  Converse a little with my mother till I return to you.”

My deliveress went into a closet, and while she was absent, I repeated my obligations to the mother as well as the daughter.  She said to me, “You see my daughter has as much skill in the magic art as the wicked Ameeneh; but makes such use of it, that you would be surprised to know the good she has done, and daily does, by exercising her science.  This induces me to let her practise it; for I should not permit her, if I perceived she made an improper application of it in the smallest instance.”

The mother then related some of the wonders she had seen her perform:  by this time the daughter returned with a little bottle in her hand.  “Syed Naomaun,” said she, “my books which I have been consulting tell me that Ameeneh is now abroad, but will be at home presently.  They also inform me that she pretended before your servants to be very uneasy at your absence, and made them believe, that at dinner you recollected some business which obliged you to go out immediately; that as you went, you left the door open, and a dog running into the hall where she was at dinner, she had beaten him out with a great stick.

“Take this little bottle, go home immediately, and wait in your own chamber till Ameeneh comes in, which she will do shortly.  As soon as she returns, run down into the court, and meet her face to face.  In her surprise at seeing you so unexpectedly, she will turn her back to run away; have the bottle ready, and throw some of the liquor it contains upon her, pronouncing at the same time these words:  ‘Receive the chastisement of thy wickedness.’  I will tell you no more; you will see the effect.”