I heard that there was a madman in the market, asking if anyone had patience to sell. How curious! I wanted to see the fellow, so my attendants went and brought him to me.
“My master wants patience as a present for his daughter,” said the madman.
“Well, I know of some patience that the young lady may have, but it is not to be bought,” I said.
Little did the fellow know that my name, Subbar Khan, means patience. After hearing the servant go on about the beauty and the virtue of this most resourceful princess, I went into my apartments, took out a little casket, and put a magic fan into it.
I gave it to the messenger and told him that it could not be unlocked by means of a key, but by the one who wanted what was inside. I added that the one who opens it will obtain patience, though perhaps not the kind of patience she had in mind (for I myself would appear!)