Prince Blondel and Princess Graziella lived to a good old age , beloved by every one , and loving each other more and more as time went on . THE STORY OF DSCHEMIL AND DSCHEMILA There was once a man whose name was Dschemil , and he had a cousin who was called Dschemila . They had been betrothed by their parents when they were children , and now Dschemil thought that the time had come for them to be married , and he went two or three days ' journey , to the nearest big town , to buy furniture for the new house . While he was away , Dschemila and her friends set off to the neighbouring woods to pick up sticks , and as she gathered them she found an iron mortar lying on the ground . She placed it on her bundle of sticks , but the mortar would not stay still , and whenever she raised the bundle to put it on her shoulders it slipped off sideways . At length she saw the only way to carry the mortar was to tie it in the very middle of her bundle , and had just unfastened her sticks , when she heard her companions ' voices . ` Dschemila , what are you doing ? it is almost dark , and if you mean to come with us you must be quick ! ' But Dschemila only replied , ` You had better go back without me , for I am not going to leave my mortar behind , if I stay here till midnight . ' ` Do as you like , ' said the girls , and started on their walk home . The night soon fell , and at the last ray of light the mortar suddenly became an ogre , who threw Dschemila on his back , and carried her off into a desert place , distant a whole month 's journey from her native town . Here he shut her into a castle , and told her not to fear , as her life was safe . Then he went back to his wife , leaving Dschemila weeping over the fate that she had brought upon herself . Meanwhile the other girls had reached home , and Dschemila 's mother came out to look for her daughter . ` What have you done with her ? ' she asked anxiously . ` We had to leave her in the wood , ' they replied , ` for she had picked up an iron mortar , and could not manage to carry it . ' So the old woman set off at once for the forest , calling to her daughter as she hurried along . ` Do go home , ' cried the townspeople , as they heard her ; ` we will go and look for your daughter ; you are only a woman , and it is a task that needs strong men . ' But she answered , ` Yes , go ; but I will go with you !
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