Presently a girl of such moon-like beauty opened a window that the prince lost to her a hundred hearts. She was delighted with the beautiful deer, and cried to her nurse: “Catch it! if you will I will give you this necklace, every pearl of which is worth a kingdom.” The nurse coveted the pearls, but as she was three hundred years old she did not know how she could catch a deer. However, she went down into the garden and held out some grass, but when she went near the creature ran away. The girl watched with great excitement from the palace window, and called: “O nurse, if you don’t catch it, I will kill you!” “I am killing myself,” shouted back the old woman. The girl saw that nurse tottering along and went down to help, marching with the gait of a prancing peacock. When she saw the gilded horns and the kerchief she said: “It must be accustomed to the hand, and be some royal pet!” The prince had it in mind that this might be another magician who could give him some other shape, but still it seemed best to allow himself to be caught. So he played about the girl and let her catch him by the neck. A leash was brought, fruits were given, and it was caressed with delight. It was taken to the palace and tied at the foot of the Lady Jamila’s raised seat, but she ordered a longer cord to be brought so that it might be able to jump up beside her. When the nurse went to fix the cord she saw tears falling from its eyes, and that it was dejected and sorrowful “O Lady Jamila! this is a wonderful deer, it is crying; I never saw a deer cry before.” Jamila darted down like a flash of lightning, and saw that it was so. It rubbed its head on her feet and then shook it so sadly that the girl cried for sympathy. She patted it and said: “Why are you sad, my heart? Why do you cry, my soul? Is it because I have caught you? I love you better than my own life.” But, spite of her comforting, it cried the more. Then Jamila said: “Unless I am mistaken, this is the work of my wicked sister Latifa, who by magic art turns servants of God into beasts of the field.” At these words the deer uttered sounds, and laid its head on her feet. Then Jamila was sure it was a man, and said: “Be comforted, I will restore you to your own shape.” She bathed herself and ordered the deer to be bathed, put on clean raiment, called for a box which stood in an alcove, opened it and gave a portion of what was in it to the deer to eat. Then she slipped her hand under her carpet and produced a stick to which she said something. She struck the deer hard, it pirouetted and became Prince Almas.