‘Then look at me, and see if I am not your daughter,' said
Dschemila, throwing off her clothes and showing her two scars.

And at the sight her mother embraced her, weeping.

‘Dear daughter,' she cried, ‘what evil fate has befallen you?'

‘It was the ogre who carried me off first, and then bewitched
me,' answered Dschemila.

‘But what is to be done with you?' asked her mother.

‘Hide me away, and tell no one anything about me. And you, dear
cousin, say nothing to the neighbours, and if they should put
questions, you can make answer that I have not yet been found.'

‘So I will,' replied he.

Then he and her mother took her upstairs and hid her in a
cupboard, where she stayed for a whole month, only going out to
walk when all the world was asleep.

Meanwhile Dschemil had returned to his own home, where his father
and mother, his brothers and neighbours, greeted him joyfully.

‘When did you come back?' said they, ‘and have you found
Dschemila?'

‘No, I searched the whole world after her, and could hear nothing