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Then she wept again and said, "O my lord! speak to me, talk with

me!" The King lowered his voice and, twisting his tongue, spoke

after the fashion of the blackamoors and said "'lack! 'lack!

there be no Ma'esty and there be no Might save in Allauh, the

Gloriose, the Great!" Now when she heard these words she shouted

for joy, and fell to the ground fainting; and when her senses

returned she asked, "O my lord, can it be true that thou hast

power of speech?" and the King making his voice small and faint

answered, "O my cuss!