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greater it was, the more do I wish well to those that revenged my
quarrel on thee, in punishing thee for the murder of one of their
own kind.’ a

It is impossible to express Prince Camaralzaman’s joy: ‘Dear
princess, continued he to himself, ‘this happy minute, which restores
to me a treasure so precious to thee, is without doubt a presage of
our meeting again, perhaps even sooner than I think.’

So saying, he kissed the talisman, wrapped it up ina ribbon, and
tied it carefully about his arm. Tull now he had been almost every
night a stranger to rest, his trouble always keeping him awake, but
the next night he slept soundly: he rose somewhat later the next
morning than he was accustomed to do, put on his working clothes,
and went to the gardener for orders. The good man bade him root
up an old tree which bore no fruit. Sus

Camaralzaman took an axe, and began his work. In cutting off:
a branch of the root, he found that his axe struck against something
that resisted the blow and made a great noise. He removed the
earth, and discovered a broad plate of brass, under which was a
staircase of ten steps. He went down, and at the bottom saw a
cavity about six yards square, with fifty brass urns placed in order
around it, each with a cover over it. He opened them all, one after
another, and there was not one of them which was not full of gold-
dust. He came out of the cave, rejoicing that he had found such a
vast treasure: he ptt the brass plate over the staircase, and rooted
up the tree against the gardener’s return. ey
_ The gardener had learned the day before. that the ship which was
bound for the Isle of Ebony would sail in a few days, but the exact
time was not. yet fixed. His friend promised to let. him know the.
day, if he called upon him on the morrow ; and while Camaralzaman
was rooting up the tree, he went to get his answer. He returned with
a joyful countenance, by which the prince guessed that he brought
him good news. * Son,’ said the old man (so he always called him, on