But she replied, "The slave-girl has made no mistake, 'tis her
mistress has made the mistake."
On this the King married his daughter to the Fakir, who was really no
Fakir, but a Prince.
What fate had decreed came to pass in that country, and they were
married. But the King of that city became very sad in his heart,
because when so many chiefs and nobles were sitting there his daughter
had chosen none of them, but had chosen that Fakir; but he kept these
thoughts concealed in his heart.
One day the traveller Prince said, "Let all the King's sons-in-law
come out with me to-day to hunt."