He who sups with the devil should not sit long at the feast; and I warned you this was a story without an end to it.
There is the lady Ayisha, and what became of her, and the account of when and in what way the Lion kept his bargain.

Well, have you heard of those tale-tellers in the East, who sit under a village tree with the menfolk all around them?
They work up to the climax, and then pause, and pass the begging-bowl for whatever the tale is worth.

I fear those masters of inducement would mock me as a tyro for having already told too much before the pause! _The End_ -- ----------------------------.