at am I to do?' asked the uncle.

'I will tell you. When we bring the goats back to the house, and my
mother says to you, "I am sure you must be hungry: get a few dates out
of the cask," just say to me, "I am not feeling very well, Mohammed, you
go and get them for me."'

So when they reached the house the sister came out to meet them, saying,
'Dear brother, you must certainly be hungry: go and get a few dates.'

But he answered, 'I am not feeling very well. Mohammed, you go and get
them for me.'

'Of course I will,' replied the little boy, and ran at once to the cask.

'No, no,' his mother called after him; 'come here directly! Let your
uncle fetch them himself!'

But the boy would not listen, and crying out to her, 'I would rather get
them,' thrust his hand into the date cask.

Instead of the fruit, it struck against something cold and slimy, and he
whispered softly, 'Keep still; it is I, your son!'

Then he picked up his dates and went away to his uncle.

'Here they are, dear uncle; eat as many as you want.'

And his uncle ate them.

When he saw that the uncle did not mean to come near the cask, the
serpent crawled out and regained his proper shape.

'I am thankful I did not kill him,' he said to his wife; 'for, after
all, he is my brother-in-law, and it would have been a great sin!'

'Either you kill him or I leave you,' said she.

'Well, well!' sighed the man, 'to-morrow I will do it.'

The woman let that night go by without doing anything further, but at
daybreak she said to her brother, 'Get up, brother; it is time to take
the goats to pasture!'

'All right,' cried he.

'I will come with you, uncle,' called out the little boy.

'Yes, come along,' replied he.

But the mother ran up, saying, 'The child must not go out in this cold
or he will be ill;' to which he only answered, 'Nonsense! I am going, so
it is no use your talking! I _am_ going! I am! I am!'

'Then go!' she said.

And so they started, driving the goats in front of them.

When they reached the pasture the boy said to his uncle: 'Dear uncle,
this night my father means to kill you. While we are away he will creep
into your room and hide in the straw. Directly we get home my mother
will say to you, "Take that straw and give it to the sheep," and, if you
do, he will bite you.'

'Then what am I to do?' asked the man.

'Oh, do not be afraid, dear uncle! I will kill my father myself.'

'All right,' replied the uncle.

As they