When it was the Eight Hundred and Eighty-second Night； She resumed，It hath reached me，O auspicious King，that Nur al-Din，after donning his own dress and taking the ten dirhams from the ancient dame，fared forth to the market streets and wandered about a while till he knew every quarter of the city；after which he returned to the church[518] and saw the Princess Miriam the Girdle-girl，daughter of the King of France come up to the fane，attended by four hundred damsels；high-bosomed maids like moons，amongst whom was the daughter of the one-eyed Wazir and those of the Emirs and Lords of the realm；
and she walked in their midst as she were moon among stars.When his eyes fell upon her Nur al-Din could not contain himself，but cried out from the core of his heart，'O Miriam！ O Miriam！'When the damsels heard his outcry they ran at him with swords shining bright like flashes of leven-light and would have slain him forthright.But the Princess turned and looking on him，knew him with fullest knowledge，and said to her maidens，'Leave this youth；doubtless he is mad，for the signs of madness be manifest on his face.'When Nur al-Din heard this，he uncovered his head and rolled his eyes and made signs with his hands and twisted his legs，foaming the while at the mouth.Quoth the Princess，'Said I not that the poor youth was mad？ Bring him to me and stand off from him，that I may hear what he saith；for I know the speech of the Arabs and will look into his case and see if his madness admit of cure or not.'So they laid hold of him and brought him to her；after which they withdrew to a distance and she said to him，'Hast thou come hither on my account and ventured thy life for my sake and feignest thyself mad？'He replied，'O my lady；hast thou not heard the saying of the poet？，[519]'Quoth they，'Thou'rt surely raving mad for her thou lov'st；' and I，'There is no pleasantness in life but for the mad，'reply.