'Know,' said the Moor, 'that as soon as I have cast the incense and begun my charm, the water of the river will dry up and on the sloping bank there will appear a door of gold, as high as the city gate, with a pair of metal rings. Go down to that door, knock lightly on it, and wait a little. Then knock louder and wait again. After that knock three times in succession, and you will hear a voice say from within: "Who knocks at the door of the treasure-house and yet cannot solve the Riddle?" You will reply: "I am the son of Omar, Judar the fisherman." The door will open and reveal a man bearing a sword in his hand, who sill say: "If you are that man stretch out your neck, that I may strike off your head." Stretch out your neck to him and have no fear; for no sooner will he raise his sword and smite you than he will fall on the ground, a body without a soul. You will feel no pain from the blow, nor will any harm befall you. But if you defy him he will kill you.
Penguin Books, 1973, New York, 0-14-044289-8
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