their hands to moderate the heat, and to prevent the flies from disturbing me. They thought I was asleep, and spoke in whispers; but as I only closed my eyes, I heard all their conversation. One of them said to the other, “Is not the queen wrong, not to love so amiable a prince?” “Certainly,” replied the other; “I do not understand the reason, neither can I conceive why she goes out every night, and leaves him alone!” “Is it possible that he does not perceive it?” “Alas!” said the first, “how should he? she mixes every evening in his
presumptuous fellow to call me a proud spirit.” “Very well,” replied the fisherman, “shall I speak to you more civilly, and call you the owl of good luck?” “I say,” answered the genie, “speak to me more respectfully, or I will kill thee.” “Ah!” replied the fisherman, “why would you kill me? Did I not just now set you at liberty, and have you already