Supplemental Nights to the Book of the Thousand and One Nights — Volume 2 (of 6)
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Supplemental Nights to the Book of the Thousand and One Nights — Volume 2 (of 6)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
When she had made an end of her song and laid down the lute, Ishak
looked fixedly on her, then took her hand and offered to kiss it; but
she snatched it from him and said to him, “Allah, O my lord, do not
that!”[146] Cried he, “Be silent. By Allah, I had said that there was
not in the world the like of me; but now I have found my dinár in the
art but a dánik,[147] for thou art more excellent of skill than I,
beyond comparison or approximation or calculation! This very day will I
carry[148] thee up to the Commander of the Faithful, Harun al-Rashid,
and when his glance lighteth on thee, thou wilt become a Princess of
womankind. So Allah, Allah upon thee, O my lady, whenas thou becomest of
the household of the Prince of True Believers, do not thou forget me!”
She replied, “Allah, O my lord, thou art the root of my fortunes and in
thee is my heart fortified.” Thereat he took her hand and made a
covenant with her of this and she swore to him that she would not forget
him. Then said he to her, “By Allah, thou art the desire of the
Commander of the Faithful! Now take the lute and sing a song which thou
shalt sing to the Caliph, when thou goest in to him.” So she took the
lute and tuning it, improvised these couplets:—
His lover had ruth on his woeful mood ✿ And o’erwept him as still by his
couch he[149] stood:
And garred him drink of his lip-dews and wine[150] ✿ Ere he died and
this food was his latest good.
Ishak stared at her and seizing her hand, said to her, “Know that I am
bound by an oath that, when the singing of a damsel pleaseth me, she
shall not end her song but before the Prince of True Believers. But now
tell me, how came it that thou tarriedst with the slave-dealer five
months and wast not sold to any one, and thou of this skill, especially
when the price set on thee was no great matter?” Hereat she laughed and
answered, “O my lord, my story is a wondrous and my case a marvellous.
Know that I belonged aforetime to a Maghribi merchant, who bought me
when I was three years old, and there were in his house many slave-girls
and eunuchs; but I was the dearest to him of them all. So he kept me
with him and used not to address me otherwise than, ‘O daughterling,’
and indeed to this moment I am a clean maid. Now there was with him a
damsel, a lutanist, and she reared me and taught me the art, even as
thou seest. Then was my master removed to the mercy of Allah
Almighty[151] and his sons divided his monies. I fell to the lot of one
of them; but ’twas only a little while ere he had wasted all his wealth
and there was left him naught of coin. So I gave up the lute, fearing
lest I should fall into the hand of a man who knew not my worth, for
well I wot that needs must my master sell me; and indeed but a few days
passed ere he carried me forth to the quarters of the slave-merchant who
buyeth damsels and displayeth them to the Commander of the Faithful. Now
I desired to learn the art and mystery; so I refused to be sold to other
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