"Truly you have lied. Why did you tell me that the son of the Sultan of
India was a distinguished person?"
"Is he a worthless fellow?"
"We furnished the room with silken rugs, he took off his sandals. We gave
him food, and he ate like a servant. We offered him some coffee, and he
licked his fingers."
The monkey answered: "We had just come out of the coffeehouse. He had taken
too much wine and was drunken, and not master of himself. That is why he
ate so much."
"Well," replied the princess, "come to the palace again tomorrow, but do
not take him to the coffee-house first."
The next day they set out. On the way the monkey said to the fisherman:
"Jew of a fisherman, if to-day you take off your sandals or eat too much or
drink all your coffee, look out for yourself. Drink a little only, or I
will scratch your eyes out."
They arrived at the palace. The fisherman walked on the silken rugs with
his sandals. They gave him something to eat, and he ate little. They
brought him some coffee, and he hardly tasted it. The King gave him his
daughter. Si Mahomet said to the King:
"The son of the Sultan of India has quarrelled with his father, so he only
brought one chest of silver.
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