Arabian Nights: 252nd Night: Jullanar of the Sea - 23

The following night Shahrazad said:

King Badr had trusted her, and embraced her and kissed her, and he thought that his uncle Sayih has not done justice to her charm or beauty.

Suddenly Jauhara pressed him to her bosom, and uttering words he could not understand spat in his face and said, "Leave your human form, you vile good-for-nothing, and turn into a bird, the prettiest of birds, with white feathers and red bill and feet." Hardly had she uttered those words, king Badr was transformed into a bird of white feathers and red bill and feet.  The bird stood looking at Jauhara.

The princess Jauhara had with her one of her maids, who had been hiding in the tree.  She climbed down at the call of the princess. The princess said to her, "By God, if I did not fear for my father, who is his uncle's prisoner, I would have killed him.  Listen girl, take him and carry him to the island of Thirst.  Leave him there and come back."  

The girl took the bird, and carried it to the island of Thirst.  She thought, "By God, a young man of such a beauty and grace does not deserve to die of thirst." So she took him to a large green Island, full of trees and fruits and streams, and left it there. She returned to her mistress.

Meanwhile uncle Sayih searched for Jauhara in the palace of the imprisoned king, but could not find her.  He returned to his mother and asked her, "Mother, where is my nephew, king Badr?" 
Mother said, "I do not know anything about him, when he heard of the battle, he ran away."

Sayih grieved very much and said to his mother, "Mother, this was all for nothing. You neglected to take care of him.  He came with me without Jullanar's permission.  He may perish if he run into the hands of Jauhara." Sayih ordered his officers and soldiers to search for the king Badr. 
Sayih sat on al-Shamandal's throne and kept al-Shamandal as prisoner.

But morning overtook and Shahrazad lapsed into silence 



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