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With this she awoke, and saw the Prince leaning over her. "What were you dreaming about, Morning-Star, that made you look so sad just before I kissed you?" said the Prince. Then Isal told him her dream. "My father is sick unto death," she said sorrowfully, when she had finished, "and longs to see his daughter."
"You are sad again, my Morning-Star," said he. "Be comforted; your father will be found." But Isal did not tell him her dream this time. "What is she going to do?" asked the rather forward Tufter of Rosedrop, as she came forth through the window again. "She is perplexed," said Rosedrop. "We will come for her answer to-morrow night."
Now Isal had never heard anything about the Old Brown Coat of the Kingdom of Percan, and of course knew nothing about the story that any one who wore it must rule or die. "It certainly fits me very well," said she, "but I don't think it is very warm; it is soft though, and I will sleep on it to night."
For seven days and seven nights did she lie there, racked with pain. This was a sad exchange for her happy life in the Palace; but she never repented; she could not when she saw the dead face with its heavenly smile still upon it. "Isal is fast dying," said little Rosedrop sadly, as she flew back from the hut to the Phoenix and her brothers. "Oh! she suffers dreadfully."
And among those who assert that the Magians are Ahal Kitab are Ali Ibn Talib and Khuzayfa, may God be pleased on these two, and Said Bin Al Musib and Karadah and Abu Thaur and the whole of the sect of the Zahurites. And we have set out the arguments of the validity of this statement in our book entitled the Isal in the chapters on Jehad, Ceremonial Slaughter, and Nikah.
Now the river ran for hundreds of miles through the forest without passing any house, but then it came to a woodman's hut where dwelt, entirely alone, the woodman and his little daughter Isal.
This was indeed a great event! "May I go too?" asked Rosedrop. "Yes," said the Phoenix, "you shall all go. You are to carry Isal with you on the coat. We shall go slowly. I am too old to travel very fast." For a week they travelled.
Away flew the Tufters they fly very swiftly and long before morning, though it was hundreds of miles away, they had come to the woodman's hut. The father and Isal were both asleep Isal upon the Old Brown Coat. "What a sweet face!" whispered Rosedrop. Then each took a corner of the coat by the beak and lifting it up with Isal upon it, they flew out of the house and back again to the Phoenix.
So when they reached the palace garden, while her brother remained without, Rosedrop flew in at the open window where she had tapped nearly five years ago, and hovering over Isal as she lay asleep, told her the sad message, and flying out rejoined her bother. "Did she hear you?" asked he. "Oh, yes," said Rosedrop. "I told her all about it, and she looked very sad indeed. How sorry I am for her.
Every New Year's Day did this Phoenix visit the Palace and present itself at the Festivity of the Old Brown Coat, and every New Year's night, after the Sixteen Coat Tails had robed and unrobed the lonely Prince with the greatest care, did the Phoenix visit the Prince alone, and for one night he returned to the old shape of the beautiful Isal.
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