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Updated: September 8, 2025
He was in the habit of coming here frequently; it had never occurred to him that danger could lurk near it. "I thought I heard somebody calling somebody else 'Achmet." I told him, confusedly. "And there was a Jinnee, really there was. And two Voices. Who brought me here? Did you find me, over there?" "You were not hard to carry," he said evasively. "But The Jinnee?"
If I were you, I should go and get inside it at once. Suppose we go back to Vincent Square and find it?" "I shall return to the bottle, since in that alone there is safety," said the Jinnee. "But I shall return alone." "Alone!" cried Horace. "You're not going to leave me stuck up here all by myself?" "By no means," said the Jinnee. "Have I not said that I am about to cast thee to perdition?
The Touaricks, however, have absolute control over all affairs, and Haj Ahmed stands in the same relation to Shafou, being governor of the town, as the Sheikh El-Mokhtar, who is governor of Timbuctoo, under the Sultan of Jinnee. But, Haj Ahmed, himself, disclaims all temporal authority, he repeatedly says in our conversation, "I am not Sheikh, or Kaëd, I'm only Marabout.
He was half ashamed of himself for feeling so glad, for Fakrash was a good-natured old thing enough in his way. Only he would overdo things: he had no sense of proportion. "Why," thought Horace, "if a fellow expressed a modest wish for a canary in a cage he's just the sort of old Jinnee to bring him a whole covey of rocs in an aviary about ten times the size of the Crystal Palace.
"Divinely gifted was he who said: 'Beware of losing hearts in consequence of injury, for the bringing them back after flight is difficult." "Excellent!" said Horace. "But I don't quite see the application." "The application," explained the Jinnee, "is that I am determined to cast thee down from here with my own hand!" Horace turned faint and dizzy for a moment.
"What is that bulge in your breast-pocket?" "Of a truth," said the Jinnee, looking relieved but not a little foolish as he extracted the object, "it is indeed the seal." "You're in such a hurry to think the worst of everybody, you see!" said Horace. "Now, do try to carry away with you into your seclusion a better opinion of human nature."
Horace was about to assure him once more that no one could be more anxious than himself to see him safely back in his bottle, when he recollected that it was impolitic to appear too eager. "After the way you've behaved," he said, "I'm not at all sure that I ought to help you. Still, I said I would, on certain conditions, and I'll keep my word." "Conditions!" thundered the Jinnee.
"The Jinnee did exactly what a good Jinnee always does, his duty. Having done it, he disappeared. Didn't I tell you you're not to think of what's happened? It is finished," said Mr. Jelnik, peremptorily. I asked no more questions. "Do you think you are able to walk now?" he asked. I tried to, with shaking knees. At the edge of the field I grew faint again, and staggered, and was unpleasantly sick.
"An excellent rank is that conferred by wealth," remarked the Jinnee. "But I'm not rich, and I've already declined any riches from you," said Horace. "And, what's more to the point, I'm perfectly and hopelessly obscure.
I have made out clay tablets in Cuneiform which were certainly written a thousand years before Solomon's time." "So much the better," said Horace. "I'm as certain as I can be that, whatever is written on that lid whether it's Phoenician, or Cuneiform, or anything else must have some reference to a Jinnee confined in the bottle, or at least bear the seal of Solomon.
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