You can indeed no longer find pleasure in magic arts, since the spirit of truth and love dwells within you.

If you would only transform the oasis into the natural form in which the good God created it, I would go there with you, and we should have far more time for holy converse." "Sir," replied Zelinda, "you speak truly.

I too have thought for some days of doing so and the matter would have been already set on foot, but a strange visitor fetters my power.

The Dervish whom you saw in Tunis is with me, and as in former times we have practised many magic tricks with each other, he would like again to play the old game.

He perceives the change in me, and on that account urges me all the more vehemently and dangerously." "He must either be driven away or converted," said Heimbert, girding on his shoulder-belt more firmly, and taking up his shield from the ground.
"Have the goodness, dear maiden," he continued, "to lead me to your enchanted isle." "You avoided it so before," said the astonished Zelinda, "and it is still unchanged in its fantastic form." "Formerly it would have been only inconsiderate curiosity to have ventured there," replied Heimbert.