invited you to sup with me; but I am tired of the wines of China,
and would fain taste those of Africa." The magician flew to his
cellar, and the Princess put the powder Aladdin had given her in
her cup. When he returned she asked him to drink her health in
the wine of Africa, handing him her cup in exchange for his, as a
sign she was reconciled to him. Before drinking the magician made
her a speech in praise of her beauty, but the Princess cut him
short, saying: "Let us drink first, and you shall say what you
will afterwards." She set her cup to her lips and kept it there,
while the magician drained his to the dregs and fell back lifeless.
The Princess then opened the door to Aladdin, and flung her arms
around his neck; but Aladdin went to the dead magician, took the
lamp out of his vest, and bade the genie carry the palace and all
in it back to China. This was done, and the Princess in her chamber
felt only two little shocks, and little thought she was home again.

The Sultan, who was sitting in his closet, mourning for his lost
daughter, happened to look up, and rubbed his eyes, for there
stood the palace as before! He hastened thither, and Aladdin
received him in the hall of the four-and-twenty windows, with the
Princess at his side. Aladdin told him what had happened, and
showed him the dead body of the magician, that he might believe.
A ten days' feast was proclaimed, and it seemed as if Aladdin might
now live the rest of his life in peace; but it was not meant to be.

The African magician had a younger brother, who was, if possible,
more wicked and more cunning than himself. He travelled to China
to avenge his brother's death, and went to visit a pious woman
called Fatima, thinking she might be of use to him. He entered
her cell and clapped a dagger to her breast, telling her to rise