And she tells him the misfortunes of this man, and how that the sun
has spared his life that he might come and consult him.
Then he makes the man come out, and the man tells him how that he
is going about trying to find a house, and that if anybody ought to
know it is he, and that they had robbed him of his house, which had
laths of gold, tiles of diamonds, and all the rest of gold and silver,
and if he has not seen it anywhere?
He tells him, "Yes, yes, and all to-day I have been passing over it,
and have not been able to take away one of its tiles."
"Oh! if you will tell me where it is!"
He says that it is on the other side of the Red Sea, very, very
far away.
When our man heard that, the length of the road did not frighten
him--he had already travelled over so much. He sets out then,
and at last arrives at that city. He asks if anyone is in want of a
gardener. They tell him that the gardener of the castle has gone away,
and that perhaps they will take him. He goes off, and recognises his
house--judge with what joy and delight! He asks if they are in want
of a gardener. They tell him "Yes," and our lad is very pleased. He
passes some time tolerably happily--middling. He talks with a servant
about the riches of the masters and of the power which they had. He
flattered and cajoled this young girl very much to get from her the
history of the snuff-box, and he told her once that he very much wished
to see it. One evening she brought it to him to look at, and our lad,
very much pleased, pays great attention to where it was hidden in
the room of the mistress. At night, when everybody is asleep, he goes
and takes the snuff-box. You will understand with what joy he opens it.