After a long march the wife made to God this
prayer:
"O God, place this city here."
The city appeared at the very spot. Toward evening the Marabout of the city
of which the father of the young bridegroom was King went to the mosque to
say his prayers.
"O marvel!" he cried, "what do I see down there?"
The King called his wife and sent her to see what was this new city. The
woman departed, and, addressing the wife of the young prince, asked alms of
him. He gave her alms. The messenger returned and said to the King:
"It is your son who commands in that city."
The King, pricked by jealousy, said to the woman: "Go, tell him to come and
find me. I must speak with him."
The woman went away and returned with the King's son. His father said to
him:
"If you are the son of the King, go and see your mother in the other
world."
He regained his palace in tears.
"What is the matter with you," asked his wife, "you whom destiny has given
me?"
He answered her: "My father told me, 'Go and see your mother in the other
world.'"
"Return to your father," she replied, "and ask him for the book of the
grandmother of your grandmother.
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