The Sultan and the Dervishes Sat in a Bewildered Manner, and Asked, Where Am I?

The son of Dundam had not long risen before the sultan, who was anxious to leave nothing undone that might deliver the princess. He arrived with a large suite at the gate of the monastery and was received by the dervishes with profound respect. When she arrived, she was so thickly veiled that the dervish could not see her face but he laid the seven hairs on the burning coals. The instant they were consumed, terrific cries were heard, but no one could tell from whom they proceeded. Shortly after these events, the grand vizier died, and his post was given to the dervISH.