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Hereat all marvelled, but when my two sisters (these two bitches,

O Commander of the Faithful!) saw me by the side of my young

lover they jaloused me on his account and were wroth and plotted

mischief against me. We awaited a fair wind and went on board

rejoicing and ready to fly for joy by reason of the goods we had

gotten, but my own greatest joyance was in the youth; and we

waited awhile till the wind blew fair for us and then we set sail

and fared forth.