efrit stood before him again and said: "What dost thou command, my Sultan?" Nothing would occur to his mind at first, but at last his lips murmured the word "Palace," and immediately there stood before him a palace so beautiful that the Padishah himself could not have a finer one. "Open!" cried the youth, and immediately the gates of the palace flew open before him.
The youth rejoiced greatly in his bit of mirror, and his one thought was what he should ask it to get him next. The beautiful Sultana-damsel, the Padishah's daughter, occurred to his mind, and the next moment his eye sought his mirror and he desired from the big-lipped negro efrit a palace in which the world-renowned daughter of the Padishah should be sitting beside him, and he had scarce time to look around him when he found himself sitting in the palace with the Sultan's daughter by his side. Then they kissed and embraced each other, and lived a whole world of joy.
Meanwhile the Sultan learnt that his daughter had disappeared from her own palace. He searched for her the whole realm through, he sent heralds in every direction, but in vain were all his labours, the girl could not be discovered. At last an old woman came to the Padishah and told him to make a large casket, line it well with zinc, put her inside it, and cast it into the sea. She would find the daughter of the Sultan,
