Issue Date: July 2002

As the royal family travels to Haidar's palace on a flying carpet, the princess teaches her sons about the countries below.

As they did, the ladies began floating downward until they stood on a smooth surface. Opening their eyes, they found themselves in a magnificent bathhouse with marble floors and colorfully tiled walls. There was a pleasing fragrance of perfume in the hall, and masseuses were on hand to give the ladies a relaxing massage.
       
When the bathing and treatments were finished, Lalla asked them to close their eyes again. The ladies were soon standing in her garden once more, wondering how they had arrived there. They quietly made their way home.
       
The prince's second wife felt terribly jealous of Lalla's magic powers, so she decided to rival her. She boasted that she could do the same as the lion's daughter, that she possessed equal magic powers and would show it. She tore out one of her own eyes and put it on a high windowsill. Of course, the empty socket hurt horribly, and when she tried to put the eye back it did not see anymore. Then she went to the well and jumped in, believing that she would float down into the bathhouse, but it was not there. Instead she fell into the well and was drowned.
       
The prince mourned her for a time, but then he married his third wife. She too had heard many tales about the lion's daughter and wanted to meet her. So, one fine day, she went with her ladies-in-waiting to visit Lalla. The latter was grilling fish for her lunch but, when she saw all those ladies coming to visit, she cheerfully invited them to join her. She went on grilling fish above the open fire, turning each of them over, when one side was done, with her fingers. The flames did not seem to hurt her. When the fish were done, she took them out of the fire and served them to her guests.
       
When she had finished cooking, Lalla took each of the glowing coals in her hands and, one by one, squeezed them to extinguish them. The women watched in amazement, seeing that her hands were not even red.
       
When the third wife returned home with her ladies, she boasted that she could do the same. "Who does she think she is?" she wondered. "Is she a divine being? I will do all that too!"
       
So, she ordered a basket of fish to be brought and put them on the grill, one by one, with her bare hands. As they cooked she turned them over with her fingers, as Lalla had done. The fire hurt her hands horribly and burned them to the bone. Though she cried out with the pain, she still wanted to prove that she possessed magic powers. So, when the cooking was done, she took the hot coals in her hands and squeezed them. Unfortunately, her hands were burned entirely and her lower arms began to blister and became infected. She became so ill that she died.
       
The prince buried and mourned his third wife. Then he married a fourth. She was just as anxious to meet the lion's daughter as the others had been. So, one fine day, she called all her ladies-in-waiting (who were equally curious) and together they went to visit Princess Lalla.
       
Now Lalla was lighting candles in her house, but she had an original way of doing it. She lit her fingers and used them to light all the candles. Then she put molten wax on her fingertips and fixed the candles on top of them. She did the same with her toes. Then, adorned like a flaming candelabra, she conducted a vivacious conversation with her new friends. The guests were obviously awed by her, especially as they could hear the flesh of her fingers and toes sputtering. Finally Lalla blew out all the flames on her hands and feet, saw her guests to the door, and bade them a cheerful farewell.
       
Of course, on the way home a debate started about this miracle. The fourth wife sneered: "It is nothing special, I can do it just as well as she. You will see."
       
So, she invited her friends to a party. When darkness fell, she lit ten candles. These she placed on her fingertips and toes with hot wax. That was so painful that she shook her hands to cool her fingers. Alas! Her sleeves caught fire, and soon all her clothes were aflame. Her friends tried to help, but they acted too slowly. Soon she was totally consumed and perished in the flames.

 


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