My signal was seen! The caravan came towards me! "I had scarcely strength to speak; a slave gave me some water, and, after I had drunk, I explained to them who I was, and how I came into this situation.
"Whilst I was speaking, one of the travellers observed the purse which hung to my girdle: it was the same the merchant for whom I recovered the ring had given to me; I had carefully preserved it, because the initials of my benefactor's name and a passage from the Koran were worked upon it.
When he give it to me, he said that perhaps we should meet again in some other part of the world, and he should recognise me by this token.

The person who now took notice of the purse was his brother; and when I related to him how I had obtained it, he had the goodness to take me under his protection.

He was a merchant, who was now going with the caravan to Grand Cairo: he offered to take me with him, and I willingly accepted the proposal, promising to serve him as faithfully as any of his slaves.

The caravan proceeded, and I was carried with it.".