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I say to thee as said the Sage Duban to King Yunan, "Spare me so

Allah may spare thee!" The Ifrit burst into laughter and stalked

away, saying to the Fisherman, "Follow me;" and the man paced

after him at a safe distance (for he was not assured of escape)

till they had passed round the suburbs of the city. Thence they

struck into the uncultivated grounds, and crossing them descended

into a broad wilderness, and lo! in the midst of it stood a

mountain tarn. The Ifrit waded in to the middle and again cried,

"Follow me;" and when this was done he took his stand in the

centre and bade the man cast his net and catch his fish. The

Fisherman looked into the water and was much astonished to see

therein vari coloured fishes, white and red, blue and yellow;

however he cast his net and, hauling it in, saw that he had

netted four fishes, one of each colour.