When the victorious general entered the conquered castle, he noticed a soldier with his back to him, who was smashing with a mighty club the corpse of an archer, turning it into pulp. ‘Enough!’ the general said. The soldier turned - a long arrow was stuck in his left eye-socket.

While visiting a whorehouse abroad, old Thomas found his long-lost daughter. She took him to her chamber and undressed. She did not recognize him, and he pretended not to recognize her. Excusing himself, he paid her and went out without doing anything. That night old Thomas wept salty, salty tears.

‘Girls, pour the milk in the baththub and then add the honey,’ Jasmine said. Her four maidservants emptied six buckets of warm milk and two large jars of honey into her tub. Then they left. Jasmine undressed and laid in that honeyed milkness. She closed her eyes, and dreamed romance.