"O you fellow!" cried he. "It has happened to me even as you foretold. At the moment when the branch was cut through I fell to the ground. Now, therefore, since the future is open to thee, I beseech thee to tell me the day of my death." "This madness is greater than the other," replied the man. "The day of death is among the hidden counsels of the Most High." But the Khoja held him by the gown and continued to urge him, saying, "You told me when I should fall from the tree, and it came to pass to the moment. Tell me now how long I have to live." And as he would not release him, but kept crying, "How much time have I left?" the man lost patience, and said, "O fool! there is no more time left to thee. The days of the years of thy life are numbered." "Then I am dead, lo I am dead!" said the Khoja, and he lay down, and stiffened himself, and did not move. By and by his neighbours came and stood at his head, and having observed him, they brought a bier and laid him on it, saying, "Let us take him to his own house." Now in the way thither there was in the road a boggy place, which it was difficult to pass, and the bearers of the bier stood still and consulted, saying, "Which way shall we go?" And they hesitated so long that the Khoja, becoming impatient, raised his head from the bier, and said, "_That's_ the way I used to go myself, when I was alive." _Tale_ 26.--The Two Moons. On a certain day when the Khoja went to Sur-Hissar he saw a group of persons looking at the new moon. "What extraordinary people the men of this place must be!" said he, "In our country the moon may be seen as large as a plate, and no one troubles his head about it, and here people stare at it when it is only a quarter the size." _Tale_ 27.--The Khoja Preaching. One of the Khoja's duties--as a religious teacher--was to preach to the people. But once upon a time he became very lazy about this, and was always seeking an excuse to shorten or omit his sermons. On a certain day about this time he mounted into the pulpit, and looking down on the congregation assembled to listen to him, he stretched forth his hands and cried, "Ah, Believers! what shall I say to you?" And the men beat upon their breasts, and replied with one voice, "We do not know, most holy Khoja! we do not know." "Oh, if you don't know--" said the Khoja indignantly, and gathering his robe about him, he quitted the pulpit without another word. The men looked at each other in dismay, for the Khoja was a very popular preacher. [Illustration: THE KHOJA PREACHES.] "We have done wrong," said they, "though we know not how; without doubt our ignorance is an offence to his learning. Wherefore, if he comes again, whatever he says to us we will seem as if we knew all about it." The following week the Khoja got again into the pulpit, from which he could see a larger assembly than before. "O ye Muslims!" he began, "what am I to say--"