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He drew the box quickly from his girdle, took a good pinch, offered it to the Grand Vizier, who also snuffed it, and both cried out "Mutabor!" At once their legs began to shrivel up, and soon became thin and red.
In one of these men the storks recognised the very merchant, who had sold them the magic powder. His neighbor desired him to tell them his latest exploits; whereupon he related, among others, the story of the Caliph and his Vizier. "What did you give them for a word?" inquired of him one of the other magicians. "A right ponderous Latin one MUTABOR."
Three times the storks bowed their long necks towards the sun, which just then was rising over the mountains; cried MUTABOR, and in an instant they were disenchanted, and the master and servant lay in each other's arms, weeping for joy. But who could describe their astonishment, when, on looking round, they saw a beautiful lady in magnificent attire?
Three times the storks bowed their long necks to the sun, which was just rising over the mountains. 'Mutabor! they both cried, and in an instant they were once more transformed. In the rapture of their newly-given lives master and servant fell laughing and weeping into each other's arms.
The man next him begged him to relate all his latest doings, and amongst them he told the story of the Caliph and his Vizier. 'And what kind of word did you give them? asked another old sorcerer. 'A very difficult Latin word; it is "Mutabor." As soon as the storks heard this they were nearly beside themselves with joy.
As the Caliph spoke he saw the second stork circling round his head and gradually flying towards the earth. Quickly he drew the box from his girdle, took a good pinch of the snuff, and offered one to Mansor, who also took one, and both cried together 'Mutabor!
Whoever snuffs up some of the powder in this box, and at the same time says, 'Mutabor, may change himself into any animal, and will understand the language of animals. If he wishes to return to the human shape, let him bow three times towards the East, and pronounce the same word.
"A very hard Latin one; it is Mutabor." As the storks heard this from their place of concealment they became almost beside themselves for joy. They ran so quickly with their long legs to the door of the ruin that the owl could scarcely follow them. There, the Caliph addressed the owl with much emotion.
He told, among others, the story of the caliph and his vizier. "And what word did you give them?" asked another of the magicians. "A very hard Latin one; it is called MUTABOR." When the storks heard this at their chink in the wall, they were almost out of their senses with joy. They ran so swiftly to the door of the ruin, with their long feet, that the owl could scarcely keep up with them.
Three times bow to the East, and exclaim 'MUTABOR! then will I be Caliph once more, and thou Vizier. Only, for the sake of Heaven, laugh not, or we are lost!" While the Caliph was thus speaking, he saw the other stork hovering over their heads, and sinking slowly to the ground.
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