‘Why do you ask that, Dschemila? Do you want to deal
treacherously with me?'

‘No, of course not, father. How could I, and what would be the
use of it?'

‘Well, why do you want to know?'

‘Because last night I woke up and saw the whole place shining in
a red light, which frightened me.'

‘That happens when I am fast asleep.'

‘And what is the good of the pin you always keep here so
carefully?'

‘If I throw that pin in front of me, it turns into an iron
mountain.'

‘And this darning needle?'

‘That becomes a sea.'

‘And this hatchet?'

‘That becomes a thorn hedge, which no one can pass through. But
why do you ask all these questions? I am sure you have something
in your head.'

‘Oh, I just wanted to know; and how could anyone find me out