THE STORY OF
they knew no more than before what had become of the maiden, they grew weary, and said to the mother:
' It is no use. Let us go home, nothing has happened to your daughter, except that she has run away with a man.'
'Yes, I will come,' answered she, 'but I must first look in the river. Perhaps some one has thrown her in there.' But the maiden was not in the river.
For four days the father and mother waited and watched for their child to come back ; then they gave up hope, and said to each other: ' What is to be done ? What are we to say to the man to whom Dschemila is betrothed ? Let us kill a goat, and bury its head in the grave, and when the man returns we must tell him Dschemila is dead.'
Very soon the bridegroom came back, bringing with him carpets and soft cushions for the house of his bride. And as he entered the town Dschemila's father met him, saying, ' Greeting to you. She is dead.'
At these words the young man broke into loud cries, and it was some time before he could speak. Then he turned to one of the crowd who had gathered round him, and asked : ' Where have they buried her? '
'Come to the churchyard with me,' answered he; and the young man went with him, currying with him some of the beautiful tilings he had brought. These he laid on the grass and then began to weep afresh. All day he stayed, and at nightfall he gathered up his stuffs and carried them to his own house. But when the day dawned he took them in his arms and returned to the grave, where he remained as long as it was light, playing softly on his flute. And this he did daily for six months.
One morning, a man who was wandering through the desert, having lost his way, came upon a lonely castle. The sun was very hot, and the man was very tired, so he said to himself, ' I will rest a little in the shadow of this