But Satan said: "Why do you cover the pot?
Can't you grow the tree in the sunlight ?" "No," said the juggler; "no one can do that." "You are only an apprentice; you don't know your trade.

Give me the seed.

I will show you." He took the seed and said, "What shall I raise from it ?" "It is a cherry seed; of course you will raise a cherry." "Oh no; that is a trifle; any novice can do that.

Shall I raise an orange-tree from it ?" "Oh yes!" and the juggler laughed.
"And shall I make it bear other fruits as well as oranges ?" "If God wills!" and they all laughed.
Satan put the seed in the ground, put a handful of dust on it, and said, "Rise!" A tiny stem shot up and began to grow, and grew so fast that in five minutes it was a great tree, and we were sitting in the shade of it.
There was a murmur of wonder, then all looked up and saw a strange and pretty sight, for the branches were heavy with fruits of many kinds and colors--oranges, grapes, bananas, peaches, cherries, apricots, and so on.

Baskets were brought, and the unlading of the tree began; and the people crowded around Satan and kissed his hand, and praised him, calling him the prince of jugglers.