“Truly, my son,” said his mother, “you seem to have forgotten that your father was only a poor tailor; and indeed I do not know who will dare go and speak to the Sultan about it.” “You yourself must,” said Aladdin decidedly. “I!” cried his mother, in great surprise, “I go to the Sultan! Not I, indeed! You know very well that no one can make any demand of the Sultan without bringing a rich present, and where shall such poor folk as we find a present?”
Thereupon Aladdin told his mother that while talking with the merchants in the bazaar, he had learned to know the value of gems. And for a long time he had known that nothing which the merchants had in their shops was half so fine as those jewels he had brought home from the enchanted cave. So his mother took them from the drawer where they had been hidden and put them in a dish of fine porcelain.
Aladdin’s mother, now sure that such a gift was one that could not fail to please the Sultan, at last agreed to do everything her son wished. She took the porcelain dish with its precious contents and folded it up in a very fine linen cloth. She then took another, less fine, and tied the four corners of it together, that she might carry it without trouble. This done, she took the road toward the palace of the Sultan.
Trembling, she told the Sultan of her son’s boldness, and begged his mercy for Aladdin and for herself. The Sultan heard her kindly; then before giving any answer to her request, he asked her what she had with her so carefully tied up in a linen cloth. Aladdin’s mother unfolded the cloths and laid the jewels before him.