First they set her down upon a sofa, with her
back supported with a cushion of gold brocade, while they made a
bed, the quilt of which was finely embroidered with silk, the
sheets of the finest linen, and the coverlid cloth of gold. When
they had put her into bed (for the old sorceress pretended that her
fever was so violent that she could not help herself in the least),
one of the women went out and soon returned again with a china cup
in her hand full of a certain liquor, which she presented to the
magician, while the other helped her to sit up. 'Drink this,' said
she, 'it is the water of the fountain of lions, and a sovereign
remedy against all fevers whatsoever. You will find the effect of
it in less than an hour's time.'
The magician, to dissemble the better, took it after a great deal
of entreaty, as if she was very much averse to having it, but at
last taking the china cup, and shaking her head, as if she did
great violence to herself, swallowed the liquor. When she had lain
down again, the two women covered her up. 'Lie quiet,' said she who
brought her the china cup, 'and get a little sleep if you can; we
will leave you, and hope to find you perfectly cured when we come
an hour hence.
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