At this I began truly to have an insight into things, and could not help exclaiming in the bottom of my gullet, "_Allah Allah, il Allah!_ There is but one Allah!" "You understood what that man said?" said Jān Pûl to me, with a sigh, and in a low voice. "_Belli_, yes," said I, "wonderful! The men of this country are lions without saints. Allah! Allah! to throw a stone at the king, and no executioner by, to cut the wretch's head off." "No, no," said he, "that must be proved; first, whether it was a stone; second, whether it was a man who threw it; and, third, whether it hit the king's head, or some other head." "_Aman, aman!_ Mercy, mercy!" I exclaimed; "let me return to Persia. If so little is said about breaking the king's head, where shall I turn for justice if some one cuts off my ears? Well may the people want reform!" "I will just prove to you, sir," said the soft infidel, "that this case just proves that we want no reform." "How!" said I, "break your king's head, and nobody to mend it!" "That is not the case," said he. "If a people have so much security from the laws, that not even the poorest wretch, even for a crime of such magnitude, can be condemned without proof against him and a full trial, surely they cannot complain: they are all equal in the eye of the law, and more they cannot want." He said this in great exultation, having obtained, as he conceived, a complete triumph over his adversary, and eyed him with appropriate scorn. The rough man looked as if his head went round and round, and as if he were come to a full stop; but, pulling up the two ends of his shirt,--I suppose to show that he had one,--he said, "If the people have one good law, is that a reason why they should not have more? The great man may get his head broke,--he is rich and mighty, a little salve cures him, and he is as rich and happy as ever; but the poor man who has broken it, save the satisfaction of making a good throw, he remains as poor and miserable as ever." "Then, sir," said the sahib najib, "you would have what can never be,--you would have perfect equality amongst mankind?" "Yes, truly," exclaimed the other; "because, if all were equal, there would be no heads broken, and no stones thrown." This, too, I understood, and said, "What words are these? All men cannot be kings, nor can they all be viziers, nor all khans. I, who know nothing of your extraordinary customs, I can understand that. Were I to think of being anything but what I am, might not my neighbour think so too; and if I wished to be him, and he me, why, then the world would soon be upside down, and from one end of the universe to the other there would be nothing but clutching of beards, and cries of justice, and no justice!" "Whatever you may say," said the rough infidel, "we must have more equality in our country than we have at present, or else the world will turn upside down. The rich must be poorer, and the poor richer."