away flew the butterfly to his wife, who was crying, ‘i dare you to do it! i dare you to do it! stamp! stamp now! stamp!’ balkis saw the four vast djinns stoop down to the four corners of the gardens with the palace in the middle, and she clapped her hands softly and said, ‘at last suleiman-bin-daoud will do for the sake of a butterfly what he ought to have done long ago for his own sake, and the quarrelsome queens will be frightened!’