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No sooner had Badr al-Din Hasan's mother tasted it and perceived

its fine flavour and the excellence of the cookery, than she knew

who had dressed it, and she screamed and fell down fainting. The

Wazir, sorely started, sprinkled rose-water upon her and after a

time she recovered and said, "If my son be yet of this world,

none dressed this conserve of pomegranate-grains but he; and this

Cook is my very son Badr al-Din Hasan; there is no doubt of it

nor can there be any mistake, for only I and he knew how to

prepare it and I taught him." When the Wazir heard her words he

joyed with exceeding joy and said, "O the longing of me for a

sight of my brother's son! I wonder if the days will ever unite

us with him!