The Butterfly was nearly as frightened as his wife,and Suleiman-bin-Daoud laughed so much that it was several minutes before he found breath enough to whisper to the Butterfly,'Stamp again,little brother.Give me back my Palace,most great magician.'
'Yes,give him back his Palace,'said the Butterfly's Wife,still flying about in the dark like a moth.'Give him back his Palace,and don't let's have any more horrid.magic.'
'Well,my dear,'said the Butterfly as bravely as he could,'you see what your nagging has led to.Of course it doesn't make any difference to me--I'm used to this kind of thing--but as a favour to you and to Suleiman-bin-Daoud I don't mind putting things right.'
So he stamped once more,and that instant the Djinns let down the Palace and the gardens,without even a bump.The sun shone on the dark-green orange leaves;the fountains played among the pink Egyptian lilies;the birds went on singing,and the Butterfly's Wife lay on her side under the camphor-tree waggling her wings and panting,'Oh,I'll be good!I'll be good!'
Suleiman-bin-Daolld could hardly speak for laughing.He leaned back all weak and hiccoughy,and shook his finger at the Butterfly and said,'O great wizard,what is the sense of returning to me my Palace if at the same time you slay me with mirth!'
Then came a terrible noise,for all the nine hundred and ninety-nine Queens ran out of the Palace shrieking and shouting and calling for their babies.They hurried down the great marble steps below the fountain,one hundred abreast,and the Most Wise Balkis went statelily forward to meet them and said,'What is your trouble,O Queens?'
They stood on the marble steps one hundred abreast and shouted,'What is our trouble?We were living peacefully in our golden palace,as is our custom,when upon a sudden the Palace disappeared,and we were left sitting in a thick and noisome darkness;and it thundered,and Djinns and Afrits moved about in the darkness!That is our trouble,O Head Queen,and we are most extremely troubled on account of that trouble,for it was a troublesome trouble,unlike any trouble we have known.'
Then Balkis the Most Beautiful Queen--Suleiman-bin-Daoud's Very Best Beloved--Queen that was of Sheba and Sable and the Rivers of the Gold of the South--from the Desert of Zinn to the Towers of Zimbabwe--Balkis,almost as wise as the Most Wise Suleiman-bin-Daoud himself,said,'It is nothing,O Queens!A Butterfly has made complaint against his wife because she quarrelled with him,and it has pleased our Lord Suleiman-bin-Daoud to teach her a lesson in low-speaking and humbleness,for that is counted a virtue among the wives of the butterflies.'
Then up and spoke an Egyptian Queen--the daughter of a Pharoah--and she said,'Our Palace cannot be plucked up by the roots like a leek for the sake of a little insect.No!Suleiman-bin-Daoud must be dead,and what we heard and saw was the earth thundering and darkening at the news.'
Then Balkis beckoned that bold Queen without looking at her,and said to her and to the others,'Come and see.'
