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Thereupon my uncle went up to the couch and inspecting it found

his son and the lady who had gone down with him into the tomb,

lying in each other's embrace; but the twain had become black as

charred wood; it was as if they had been cast into a pit of fire.

When my uncle saw this spectacle, he spat in his son's face and

said, "Thou hast thy deserts, O thou hog![FN#196] this is thy

judgment in the transitory world, and yet remaineth the judgment

in the world to come, a durer and a more enduring "- And

Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her

permitted say.

When it was the Twelfth Night,