‘And if they have to lie there ten years I will have Dschemila,
and her only, for my wife. For a month, or even two months, I
will rest here quietly. Then I will go and seek her afresh.'

‘Oh, you are quite mad! Is she the only maiden in the world?
There are plenty of others better worth having than she is.'

‘If there are I have not seen them! And why do you make all this
fuss? Every man knows his own business best.

‘Why, it is you who are making all the fuss yourself.'

But Dschemil turned and went into the house, for he did not want
to quarrel.

Three months later a Jew, who was travelling across the desert,
came to the castle, and laid himself down under the wall to rest.

In the evening the ogre saw him there and said to him, 'Jew, what
are you doing here? Have you anything to sell?'

‘I have only some clothes,' answered the Jew, who was in mortal
terror of the ogre.

‘Oh, don't be afraid of me,' said the ogre, laughing. ‘I shall
not eat you. Indeed, I mean to go a bit of the way with you
myself.'

‘I am ready, gracious sir,' replied the Jew, rising to his feet.