I gave my ring to the prince who released me from the robbers’ den. I had been underground for twenty years! He promised to come to Arabia to marry me. He said he would arrive within a year, unless he had died.
At the end of the year, when he hadn’t come, I was bereft. Then one day, my servant brought me the ring that I had given to the prince. “Where did it come from? Is he here? Take me to him!” I cried.
She led me to the bathhouse, where a blind beggar sat on the steps. “I thought you had died!” I exclaimed, embracing him. Right away, I brought him to the palace.
My father thought it absurd to be succeeded by a blind man. He fumed and protested, but to no avail. At last, he said, “Fine. Have it your way. You’ve had your own way all your life.”
Really? I was chained to an iron pole for twenty years by robbers! Anyway, what does it matter? He’s here. I’m here, and we’re going to be married!