ministers and his officers. The painter and his daughter bowed their heads to the
floor. The prince said:
"Painter, is this your daughter?"
"O my lord, king of the world, yes, this is my daughter."
"Come with me into the interior of the palace." And at the same time the prince
started and entered his apartments, followed by the daughter of the painter. He
led the way to a retired place, and said: "My daughter, make my portrait, I pray
you, and try to have the resemblance good." Then the princess Djouher-
Manikam clothed herself in woman's raiment, and in this costume she was
ravishingly beautiful. That done, she commanded the artist to paint her thus. She
succeeded perfectly and the portrait was a remarkable likeness, for the daughter
of the painter was very skilful. When her work was finished she received a large
sum in gold. The prince said to her:
"Come, sister, let this remain a secret. Reveal it not to anyone in the world. If
you tell it I will slay you, with your father and your mother."
The daughter of the painter said: "O my lord, king of the world, how could your
servant disobey your Majesty's commands?"
She bowed low, and asked permission to go home.
Radja Chah Djouhou, in the presence of his ministers and his subjects, said to
the vizier: "O vizier, place this portrait in the baley outside the fort, and have it
guarded by forty men. If anyone coming to this portrait begins to weep or kiss it,
seize him and bring him before me." The portrait hung in the baley, and the vezir
ordered an officer to guard it with forty soldiers.
When the Æthiopian robber came out of his drunken slumber he saw that the
princess Djouher-Manikam was no longer in his house. So he went out-of-doors
weeping, and took up his journey, going from country to country until he arrived
at the city of Roum. There he saw a baley, and hanging there a portrait which
bore a perfect resemblance to the princess Djouher-Manikam. Quickly he
climbed to the baley, and, holding the portrait in his arms, he wept and covered it
with kisses.
"O unhappy man that I am! Here is the portrait of my well-beloved for whom I