I dreamed three times, when I was recovering from the plague, that a genius appeared to me, and said, in a reproachful tone, 'Murad, where is the vase that was entrusted to thy care ?' "This dream operated strongly upon my imagination.

As soon as we arrived at Constantinople, which we did, to my great surprise, without meeting with any untoward accidents, I went in search of my brother Saladin to inquire for my vase.

He no longer lived in the house in which I left him, and I began to be apprehensive that he was dead, but a porter, hearing my inquiries, exclaimed, 'Who is there in Constantinople that is ignorant of the dwelling of Saladin the Lucky?
Come with me, and I will show it to you.' "The mansion to which he conducted me looked so magnificent that I was almost afraid to enter lest there should be some mistake.

But whilst I was hesitating the doors opened, and I heard my brother Saladin's voice.
He saw me almost at the same instant that I fixed my eyes upon him, and immediately sprang forward to embrace me.

He was the same good brother as ever, and I rejoiced in his prosperity with all my heart.