The genie made no other answer but what was accompanied with reproaches and blows, of which I heard the noise.  I could not endure to hear the pitiful cries of the princess so cruelly abused.  I had already taken off the suit she had presented to me, and put on my own, which I had laid on the stairs the day before, when I came out of the bagnio:  I made haste upstairs, the more distracted with sorrow and compassion, as I had been the cause of so great a misfortune; and by sacrificing the fairest princess on earth to the barbarity of a merciless genie, I was becoming the most criminal and ungrateful of mankind.  “It is true,” said I, “she has been a prisoner these twenty-five years; but, liberty excepted she wanted nothing that could make her happy.  My folly has put an end to her happiness, and brought upon her the cruelty of an unmerciful devil.”  I let down the trap-door, covered it again with earth, and returned to the city with a burden of wood, which I bound up without knowing what I did, so great was my trouble and sorrow.

My landlord, the tailor, was very much rejoiced to see me:  “Your absence,” said he, “has disquieted me much, as you had entrusted me with the secret of your birth, and I knew not what to think; I was afraid somebody had discovered you; God be praised for your return.”  I thanked him for his zeal and affection, but not a word durst I say of what had passed, nor of the reason why I came back without my hatchet and cords.

I retired to my chamber, where I reproached myself a thousand times for my excessive imprudence:  “Nothing,” said I, “could have paralleled the princess’s good fortune and mine, had I forborne to break the talisman.”

While I was thus giving myself over to melancholy thoughts, the tailor came in and said, “An old man, whom I do not know, brings your hatchet and cords, which he found in his way as he tells me, and says he understood from your comrades that you lodge here; come out and speak to him, for he will deliver them to none but yourself.”

At these words I changed colour, and fell a trembling.  While the tailor was asking me the reason, my chamber-door opened, and the old man, having no patience to stay, appeared to us with my hatchet and cords.  This was the genie, the ravisher of the fair princess of the isle of Ebene, who had thus disguised himself, after he had treated her with the utmost barbarity.  “I am a genie,” said he, speaking to me, “son of the daughter of Eblis, prince of genies:  is not this your hatchet, and are not these your cords?”

After the genie had put the question to me, he gave me no time to answer, nor was it in my power, so much had his terrible aspect disordered me.  He grasped me by the middle, dragged me out of the chamber, and mounting into the air, carried me up to the skies with such swiftness, that I was not able to take notice of the way he conveyed me.  He descended again in like manner to the earth, which on a sudden he caused to open with a stroke of his foot, and sunk down at once, when I found myself in the enchanted palace, before the fair princess of the isle of Ebene.  But, alas! what a spectacle was there!  I saw what pierced me to the heart; this poor princess was quite naked, weltering in her blood, and laid upon the ground, more like one dead than alive, with her cheeks bathed in tears.