My wife, who visited her every day, was grieved for her; and when I found that it was as she said, I went and asked the Governor's permission to support our lady.
Perceiving that she was not happy in his house, he yielded; and we three wandered through the settled country for long months, the people showing kindness to us through compassion, for our tale was known.

At last we reached this ruin by the sea, which pleased our lady because, my wife believed, the mountains are so like a wall raised up between her and the country of her grief.

That must be thirty years ago; but she has never wandered since.
'My wife died and I buried her beside the shore; for years I have performed her duties to our lady.

The people of these parts are wicked, but they let us be, because they think that we are under some enchantment.

My prayer is always that I may survive my lady, for how could she, poor creature, fare alone?
So far, we have been very fortunate, praise be to Allah!' Rashid was loud in his expressions of amazement at the story, his mind intent upon the central tragedy.