on,” said the genie, “only choose in what manner thou wilt die.” The fisherman, perceiving the genie to be resolute, was extremely grieved, not so much for himself, as on account of his three children, and bewailed the misery they must be reduced to by his death. He endeavoured still to appease the genie, and said, “Alas! be pleased to take pity on me, in consideration of the service I have done you.” “I have told thee already,” replied the genie, “it is for that very reason I must kill thee.” “That is strange,” said the fisherman, “are you resolved to reward good with evil? The proverb truly says, ‘He who does good to one who deserves it not, is always ill rewarded.’” “Do not lose time,” interrupted the genie; “all thy chattering shall not divert me from my purpose; make haste, and tell me what kind of death thou preferrest?”
Necessity is the mother of invention. The fisherman bethought himself of a stratagem. “Since I must die then,” said he to the genie, “I submit to the will of Heaven; but before I choose the manner of my death, I conjure you, by the great name which was engraven upon the seal of the prophet Solomon, to answer me truly the question I am going to ask you.”
The genie finding himself obliged to a positive answer by this adjuration, trembled, and replied to the fisherman: “Ask what thou wilt, but make haste.”
The genie having thus promised to speak the truth, the fisherman said to him: “I wish to know if you were actually in this vessel: dare you swear it by the name of the great God?” “Yes,” replied the genie, “I do swear by His great name that I was.” “In good faith,” answered the fisherman, “I cannot believe you; the vessel is not capable of holding one of your size, and how should it be possible that your whole body could lie in it?” “I swear to thee, notwithstanding,” replied the genie, “that
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