The slave picked out one and
carried it to the princess; but the change was no sooner made than the
place rang with the shouts of the children, deriding the magician's
folly.
The African magician stayed no longer near the palace, nor cried any
more, "New lamps for old," but made the best of his way to his khan.
His end was answered, and by his silence he got rid of the children
and the mob.
As soon as he was out of sight of the two palaces he hastened down
the least-frequented streets. Having no more occasion for his lamps or
basket, he set all down in a spot where nobody saw him; then going
down another street or two, he walked till he came to one of the city
gates, and pursuing his way through the suburbs, which were very
extensive, at length he reached a lonely spot, where he stopped till
the darkness of the night, as the most suitable time for the design he
had in contemplation.
When it became quite dark, he pulled the lamp out of his breast and
rubbed it. At that summons the genie appeared, and said, "What wouldst
thou have? I am ready to obey thee as thy slave, and the slave of all
those who have that lamp in their hands; both I and the other slaves
of the lamp."
"I command thee," replied the magician, "to transport me immediately,
and the palace which thou and the other slaves of the lamp have built
in this city, with all the people in it, to Africa."
The genie made no reply, but with the assistance of the other genies,
the slaves of the lamp, immediately transported him and the palace,
entire, to the spot whither he had been desired to convey it.
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