The prince, transported with joy, sent immediately to fetch his daughter, who very soon appeared with a numerous train of ladies and eunuchs, but masked, so that ⟨her⟩ face was not seen. The chief of the ⟨dervises⟩ caused a pall to be held over her head, and he had no sooner thrown the seven tufts ⟨of⟩ hair upon the burning coals, but the ⟨genius⟩ Maimoun, the son of Dimdim, gave a ⟨great⟩ cry, without any thing being seen, and ⟨left⟩ the princess at liberty; upon which she took the veil from off her face, and rose up to see where she was, saying, "Where am I, and who brought me thither?" At these words the sultan, overcome with excess of joy, embraced his daughter, and kissed her eyes; he also kissed the chief of the dervise's hands, and said to his officers, "Tell me your opinion, what reward does he deserve who has thus cured my daughter?" They all cried, he deserves her in marriage. "That is what I had in my thoughts," said the sultan, "and I make him my son-in-law from this moment." Some time after, the prime visier died, and the sultan conferred the place on the dervise. The sultan himself died without heirs-male; upon which the religious order and the militia gathered together, and the honest man was declared and acknowledged sultan by general consent.
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