ng, to his great amazement: "I have made up my mind that
Aladdin is dead, and that all my tears will not bring him back to me,
so I am resolved to mourn no more, and have therefore 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 round his neck; but Aladdin put her away,
bidding her leave him, as he had more to do. He then 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 only felt two little shocks, and little thought she was at
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 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 and do his bidding on pain
of death. He changed clothes with her, colored his face like hers,
put on her veil, and murdered her, that she might tell no tales. Then
he went towards the palace of Aladdin, and all the people, thinking he
was the holy woman, gathered round him, kissing his hands and begging
his blessing. When he got to the palace there was such a noise going
on round him that the