An ogress perceived
him, "I salute you, Si Mahomet."
"May God curse you, sorceress! Come, I am going to your house."
"What do you want of me, Si Mahomet?"
"They are seeking to kill you."
"Where can I hide?" He put her in the powder-house of the city, shut the
door on her, and set the powder on fire. The ogress died. He came back to
the fisherman.
"Forward," he said. They entered the city and established themselves there.
One day Si Mahomet fell ill and died The two spouses put him in a coffin
lined with silk and buried him. My story is told.
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THE TWO FRIENDS
Sidi El-Marouf and Sidi Abd-el-Tadu were travelling in company. Toward
evening they separated to find a resting-place. Sidi Abd-el-Tadu said to
his friend:
"Let us say a prayer, that God may preserve us from the evil which we have
never committed."
Sidi El-Marouf answered, "Yes, may God preserve us from the evil that we
have not done!"
They went toward the houses, each his own way. Sidi El-Marouf presented
himself at a door. "Can you entertain a traveller?"
"You are welcome," said a woman to him.
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