Surely , even in this desert there must be some spring ? ' ` Well , I have noticed that whenever the ogre brings back water he always comes from that side ; so if you follow the same direction perhaps you may find some . ' The man jumped up at once and was about to start , when the maiden spoke again : ` Tell me , where you are going ? ' ` Why do you want to know ? ' ' I have an errand for you ; but tell me first whether you go east or west . ' ' I travel to Damascus . ' ` Then do this for me . As you pass through our village , ask for a man called Dschemil , and say to him : `` Dschemila greets you , from the castle , which lies far away , and is rocked by the wind . In my grave lies only a goat . So take heart . '' ' And the man promised , and went his way , till he came to a spring of water . And he drank a great draught and then lay on the bank and slept quietly . When he woke he said to himself , ` The maiden did a good deed when she told me where to find water . A few hours more , and I should have been dead . So I will do her bidding , and seek out her native town and the man for whom the message was given . ' For a whole month he travelled , till at last he reached the town where Dschemil dwelt , and as luck would have it , there was the young man sitting before his door with his beard unshaven and his shaggy hair hanging over his eyes . ` Welcome , stranger , ' said Dschemil , as the man stopped . ` Where have you come from ? ' ' I come from the west , and go towards the east , ' he answered . ` Well , stop with us awhile , and rest and eat ! '
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