After 50 years of imprisonment, Delmar had his first visitor, a young woman. She told him they had discovered the truth, and he was innocent, as he had always claimed. ‘You’re free, Delmar.’ ‘It’s too late now. I want to die here, in my home...’ Delmar returned to his cell.

The adventurer asked the desert king for the hand of his dusky daughter, and gave him a chest. The king opened it, and was dazzled by the greatest diamond he had ever seen. As the newlyweds rode away, the king opened the chest once more. It was filled with water.

The orchard guard caught a thief in the peach tree, a gypsy girl. He pulled her down and gazed at her, his fearful whip ready to strike. She was ragged and barefoot, but pretty. ‘Kiss me and I’ll let you take the peaches.’ She kissed him, and then she ran.