When he came to the port, he was told the ship had
sailed several hours before he came and was already out of sight.
It had waited three hours for him, and the wind standing fair, the
captain dared not stay any longer.
It is easy to imagine that Prince Camaralzaman was exceedingly
grieved to be forced to stay longer in a country where he neither
had nor wished to have any acquaintance: to think that he must wait
another twelvemonth for the opportunity he had lost. But the
greatest affliction of all was his having let go the Princess
Badoura's talisman, which he now gave over for lost. The only
course that was left for him to take was to return to the garden to
rent it of the landlord, and to continue to cultivate it by
himself, deploring his misery and misfortunes. He hired a boy to
help him to do some part of the drudgery; and that he might not
lose the other half of the treasure, which came to him by the death
of the gardener, who died without heirs, he put the gold-dust into
fifty other pots, which he filled up with olives, to be ready
against the time of the ship's return.
While Prince Camaralzaman began another year of labour, sorrow and
impatience, the ship, having a fair wind, continued her voyage to
the Isle of Ebony, and happily arrived at the capital.
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