Egypt -- Fiction; Mystery and detective stories; Short stories
Upon this, she looked into my eyes and the sight of her face drew from
me a thousand sighs, and took the silk, saying:
"O my master, leave me not desolate!"
So she departed, while I continued sitting in the market-street until
past the hour of afternoon prayer, with disturbed mind enslaved by her
beauty and loveliness. I returned to my house and supper was placed
before me, but reflecting upon the damsel, I could eat nothing. I laid
myself down to rest, but passed the whole night sleepless, communing
with myself how I could best carry out this affair and obtain
possession of the damsel ... for my brother, Ahzab!
II
Scarcely had daybreak appeared when I arose and repaired to the
market-place and put on a suit of my brother's clothing, richer and
more magnificent than that I had worn the day before; and having drunk
a cup of wine, I sat in the shop. But all that day she came not, nor
the next, but upon the third day she came again, attended only by one
attendant, and she saluted me and said in a speech never surpassed in
softness and sweetness:
"O my master, reproach me not that I thus reveal the interest I have
in thee, but I could not speak to thee when my women were in hearing;
and this one is in my confidence. I have told thee that my father will
never give me to thee because of my rank, but thou hast wounded my
heart, and more and more do I love thee each day--for each day thou
growest more beautiful and elegant. Forever I must be desolate. Alas!
I have placed thy letter in the box thou didst give me, and no day
passes that it is not wet with my tears. Farewell! O my beloved!"
On hearing this, my love and passion grew so violent that I almost
became insensible. The damsel rose to leave the shop, and the one who
was with her spoke softly in her ear; but she shook her head,
expressing displeasure, and went away.
When I perceived that indeed she was gone, verily the tears descended
upon my cheek like rain, and my soul had all but departed. My heart
clung to her--I followed in the direction of her steps through the
market-place, and lo! the attendant came running back to me, and said:
"Here is the message of my mistress: 'Know that my love is greater
than thine, and on Friday next my servant will come to thee and tell
thee how thou mayest see me for a short interview before my father
comes back from prayers.'"
When I heard these words of the girl, the anguish of my heart ceased,
and I was intoxicated with love and rapture, and in my joy and
longing, I omitted to ask the girl the abode of her mistress--neither
did I know the name of my beloved; but reflecting upon these matters,
I returned to my brother's shop, and sat there until late, and then I
repaired secretly to my abode.
I paused in a quiet street, and seated myself upon a _mastabah_ to
scent the coolness of the air, and to abandon myself to exquisite
reflections.
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