_He was chained to the spot by the pleasure of beholding three such beauties_ _These ladies vied with each other in their eager solicitude to do me all possible service_ _The gardener, with the rake which he had in his hand, drew the basket to the side of the canal_ _He presently discovered a gold box, about a foot square, which he gave into the princess's hands_ _She drew the poniard, and, holding it in her hand, began a dance_ _Having balanced my cargo exactly, and fastened it well to the raft, I went on board with the two oars I had made_ [Illustration] * * * * * THE ARABIAN NIGHTS THE SULTAN AND HIS VOW It is written in the chronicles of the Sassanian monarchs that there once lived an illustrious prince, beloved by his own subjects for his wisdom and his prudence, and feared by his enemies for his courage and for the hardy and well-disciplined army of which he was the leader. This prince had two sons, the elder called Schah-riar, and the younger Schah-zenan, both equally good and deserving of praise. When the old king died at the end of a long and glorious reign, Schah-riar, his eldest son, ascended the throne and reigned in his stead. Schah-zenan, however, was not in the least envious, and a friendly contest soon arose between the two brothers as to which could best promote the happiness of the other. Schah-zenan did all he could to show his loyalty and affection, while the new sultan loaded his brother with all possible honors, and in order that he might in some degree share the sultan's power and wealth, bestowed on him the kingdom of Great Tartary. Schah-zenan immediately went to take possession of the empire allotted him, and fixed his residence at Samarcand, the chief city. After a separation of ten years Schah-riar so ardently desired to see his brother, that he sent his first vizier,[1] with a splendid embassy, to invite him to revisit his court. As soon as Schah-zenan was informed of the approach of the vizier, he went out to meet him, with all his ministers, in most magnificent dress, and inquired after the health of the sultan, his brother. Having replied to these affectionate inquiries, the vizier told the purpose of his coming. Schah-zenan, who was much affected at the kindness and recollection of his brother, then addressed the vizier in these words: "Sage vizier, the sultan, my brother, does me too much honor. It is impossible that his wish to see me can exceed my desire of again beholding him. You have come at a happy moment. My kingdom is tranquil, and in ten days' time I will be ready to depart with you. Meanwhile pitch your tents on this spot, and I will order every refreshment and accommodation for you and your whole train." [Footnote 1: Vazir, Vezir--literally, a porter, that is, the minister who bears the principal burden of the state.--D'Herbelot, _Bibliotheque Orientale._]