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passed the night and in the morning betook herself to the shop of Taj el Mulouk, whom she found expecting her. At sight of her, he well-nigh lost his reason for delight, and when she came up to him, he rose to his feet and seated her by his side. Then she brought out the letter and gave it to him, saying, ‘Read this. When the princess read thy letter, she was angry; but I coaxed her and jested with her till I made her laugh, and she had pity on thee and has returned thee an answer.’ He thanked her and bade Aziz give her a thousand dinars: then he read her letter and fell to weeping sore, so that the old woman’s heart was moved to pity for him and his tears and complaints grieved her. So she said to him, ‘O my son, what is there in this scroll, that makes thee weep?’ ‘She threatens me with death and crucifixion,’ replied he, ‘and forbids me to write to her: but if I write not, my death were better than my life. So take thou my answer to her letter and let her do what she will.’ ‘By the life of thy youth,’ rejoined the old woman, ‘needs must I venture my life for thee, that I may bring thee to thy desire and help thee to win that thou hast at heart!’ And he said, ‘Whatever thou dost, I will requite thee therefor, and do thou determine of it; for thou art versed in affairs and skilled in all fashions of intrigue: difficult matters are easy to thee: and God can do all things.’ Then he took a scroll and wrote therein the following verses:

My love with slaughter threatens me, woe’s me for my distress! But death is foreordained; to me, indeed, ’twere happiness;
Better death end a lover’s woes than that a weary life He live, rejected and forlorn, forbidden from liesse.
Visit a lover, for God’s sake, whose every helper fails, And with thy sight thy captive slave and bondman deign to bless!
Have ruth upon me, lady mine, for loving thee; for all, Who love the noble, stand excused for very passion’s stress.

Then he sighed heavily and wept, till the old woman wept also and taking the letter, said to him, ‘Take heart