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donkeys； with a letter to her father the sultan； and when the
sultan had read the letter he bowed his head and wept； like a man
who had lost his mother。 And he commanded horses to be saddled；
and called the governor and the judges and all the rich men； and
said：
'Come now with me； let us go and bury it。'
Night and day they travelled； till the sultan came to the well
where the gazelle had been thrown。 And it was a large well；
built round a rock； with room for many people； and the sultan
entered； and the judges and the rich men followed him。 And when
he saw the gazelle lying there he wept afresh； and took it in his
arms and carried it away。
When the three slaves went and told their mistress what the
sultan had done； and how all the people were weeping； she
answered：
'I too have eaten no food； neither have I drunk water； since the
day the gazelle died。 I have not spoken； and I have not
laughed。'
The sultan took the gazelle and buried it； and ordered the people
to wear mourning for it； so there was great mourning throughout
the city。
Now after the days of mourning were at an end； the wife was
sleeping at her husband's side； and in her sleep she dreamed that
she was once more in her father's house； and when she woke up it
was no dream。
And the man dreamed that he was on the dust…heap； scratching。
And when he woke； behold！ that also was no dream； but the truth。
＇Swahili Tales。＇