n was not in the
river.

For four days the father and mother waited and watched for their child
to come back; then they gave up hope, and said to each other: 'What
is to be done? What are we to say to the man to whom Dschemila is
betrothed? Let us kill a goat, and bury its head in the grave, and when
the man returns we must tell him Dschemila is dead.'

Very soon the bridegroom came back, bringing with him carpets and
soft cushions for the house of his bride. And as he entered the town
Dschemila's father met him, saying, 'Greeting to you. She is dead.'

At these words the young man broke into loud cries, and it was some
time before he could speak. Then he turned to one of the crowd who had
gathered round him, and asked: 'Where have they buried her?'

'Come to the churchyard with me,' answered he; and the young man went
with him, carrying with him some of the beautiful things he had brought.
These he laid on the grass and then began to weep afresh. All day he
stayed, and at nightfall he gathered up his stuffs and carried them
to his own house. But when the day dawned he took them in his arms
and returned to the grave, where he remained as long as it was light,
playing softly on his flute. And this he did daily for six months.

One morning, a man who was wandering through the desert, having lost his
way, came upon a lonely castle. The sun was very hot, and the man was
very tired, so he said to himself, 'I will rest a little in the shadow
of this castle.' He stretched himself out comfortably, and was almost
asleep, when he heard a voice calling to him softly:

'Are you a ghost,' it said, 'or a man?'

He looked up, and saw a girl leaning out of a window, and he answered:

'I am a man, and a better one, too, than your father or your
grandfather.'

'May all good luck be with you,' said she; 'but what has brought you
into this land of ogres and horrors?'

'Does an ogre really live in this castle?' asked he.

'Certainly he does,' replied the girl, 'and as night is not far off he
will be here soon. So, dear friend, depart quickly, lest he return and
snap you up for supper.'

'But I am so thirsty!' said the man. 'Be kind, and give me some drink,
or else I shall die! Surely, even in this desert there must be some
spring?'

'Well, I have noticed that whenever the ogre brings back water he always
comes from that side; so if you follow the same direction perhaps you
may find some.'

The man jumped up at once and was