When the Caliph had related his story to the owl she thanked him, and said: 'Now also listen to my tale, and learn how I am no less unlucky than you are yourself. My father is the king of the Indies; I, his only unhappy daughter, am called Lusa. That Magician Kaschnur, who has enchanted you, has also brought misfortune upon me. One day he came to my father and asked me in marriage for his son Mizra. But my father, who is a fiery man, had him thrown downstairs. The wretch knew how to approach me again under another shape, and one day, while I was taking some refreshments in my garden, he administered to me, disguised as a slave, a draught, which changed me into this hideous shape. Fainting from fear, he brought me hither and shouted with a terrible voice into my ear: "Here shalt thou remain, detestable, abhorred even by beast, to thy end, or till one of free will, himself in this horrid form, asks thee to be his wife. And thus I revenge myself on thee and on thy haughty father." 'Since then many months have passed. Lonely and sadly I live as a recluse within these ruins, shunned by the world, a scarecrow even to beasts: beautiful nature is hidden from me, for I am blind by daylight, and only when the moon pours her wan light over these ruins does the obscuring veil drop from my eyes.' When the owl had finished she again wiped her eyes with her wings, for the story of her woes had moved her to tears. The Caliph, by the story of the Princess, was plunged into deep thought. 'If I am not mistaken,' said he, 'there is between our misfortunes a secret connection; but where can I find the key to this riddle?' The owl answered him: 'O Master! such is also my belief; for once in my infancy a wise woman foretold that a stork should bring me a great fortune, and I know one way by which perhaps we may free ourselves.' The Caliph was very much surprised, and asked what way she meant. 'The enchanter who has made us both unhappy,' said she, 'comes once every month to these ruins. Not far from here is a hall where he holds orgies with numerous companions. Often have I spied them there. They then relate to one another their vile deeds. Perhaps he may pronounce the magic word which you have forgotten.' 'O dearest Princess,' exclaimed the Caliph, 'say when comes he, and where is the hall?' The owl was silent a moment, and then said: 'You must not take it ill, but only on one condition can I fulfil your wish.' 'Speak out, speak out,' cried Chasid. 'Command all, everything of me.' 'It is this, that I may also become free, which can only be if one of you offer me his hand.' The stork seemed somewhat taken aback at this proposition, and the Caliph beckoned to his servant to go out with him a little.