So take heart . '' ' Then Dschemil turned to his family and said : ` Is this true ? and is Dschemila not dead at all , but simply stolen from her home ? ' ` No , no , ' replied they , ` his story is a pack of lies . Dschemila is really dead . Everybody knows it . ' ` That I shall see for myself , ' said Dschemil , and , snatching up a spade , hastened off to the grave where the goat 's head lay buried . And they answered , ` Then hear what really happened . When you were away , she went with the other maidens to the forest to gather wood . And there she found an iron mortar , which she wished to bring home ; but she could not carry it , neither would she leave it . So the maidens returned without her , and as night was come , we all set out to look for her , but found nothing . And we said , `` The bridegroom will be here to-morrow , and when he learns that she is lost , he will set out to seek her , and we shall lose him too . Let us kill a goat , and bury it in her grave , and tell him she is dead . '' Now you know , so do as you will . Only , if you go to seek her , take with you this man with whom she has spoken that he may show you the way . ' ` Yes ; that is the best plan , ' replied Dschemil ; ` so give me food , and hand me my sword , and we will set out directly . ' But the stranger answered : ' I am not going to waste a whole month in leading you to the castle ! If it were only a day or two 's journey I would not mind ; but a month -- no ! ' ` Come with me then for three days , ' said Dschemil , ` and put me in the right road , and I will reward you richly . ' ` Very well , ' replied the stranger , ` so let it be . '
For three XXXXX they travelled from sunrise to sunset , then the stranger said : ` Dschemil ? '
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