Supplemental Nights to the Book of the Thousand and One Nights — Volume 3 (of 6) Part 1
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Supplemental Nights to the Book of the Thousand and One Nights — Volume 3 (of 6) Part 1
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
(Quoth the reciter) when the Princess raised from her face the veil and
Alaeddin saw her favour he said, “In very truth her fashion magnifieth
her Almighty Fashioner and glory be to Him who created her and adorned
her with this beauty and loveliness.” His strength was struck down from
the moment he saw her and his thoughts were distraught; his gaze was
dazed, the love of her gat hold of the whole of his heart; and, when he
returned home to his mother, he was as one in ecstasy. His parent
addressed him, but he neither replied nor denied; and, when she set
before him the morning meal he continued in like case; so quoth she, “O
my son what is’t may have befallen thee? Say me, doth aught ail thee?
Let me know what ill hath betided thee for, unlike thy custom, thou
speakest not when I bespeak thee.” Thereupon Alaeddin (who used to think
that all women resembled his mother[130] and who, albeit he had heard of
the charms of Badr al-Budur, daughter of the Sultan, yet knew not what
“beauty” and “loveliness” might signify) turned to his parent and
exclaimed, “Let me be!” However, she persisted in praying him to come
forwards and eat, so he did her bidding but hardly touched food; after
which he lay at full length on his bed all the night through in
cogitation deep until morning morrowed. The same was his condition
during the next day, when his mother was perplexed for the case of her
son and unable to learn what had happened to him. So, thinking that
belike he might be ailing, she drew near him and asked him saying, “O my
son, an thou sense aught of pain or such like, let me know that I may
fare forth and fetch thee the physician; and to-day there be in this our
city a leech from the Land of the Arabs whom the Sultan hath sent to
summon and the bruit abroad reporteth him to be skilful exceedingly. So,
an be thou ill let me go and bring him to thee.”——And Shahrazad was
surprised by the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.
Now when it was the Five Hundred and Forty-first Night,
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