The honest man having made this purchase, put on a dervise’s or
monk’s habit, to lead a retired life, and caused several cells to
be made in the house, where in a short time he established a
numerous society of dervises. He soon came to be publicly known by
his virtue, through which he acquired the esteem of many people, as
well of the commonalty as of the chief of the city: in short, he was
extremely honoured and cherished by every one. People came from afar
to recommend themselves to his prayers; and all who came to live
with him published what blessings they received through his means.
The great reputation of this honest man having spread to the town
from whence he came, it touched the envious man so much to the
quick, that he left his house and affairs with a resolution to go
and ruin him. With this intent he went to the new convent of
dervises, of which his former neighbour was the head, who received
him with all imaginable tokens of friendship. The envious man told
him that he was come on purpose to communicate a business of
importance to him, which he could not do but in private; and that
nobody may hear us, let us, said he, take a walk in your court; and
seeing night begins to draw on, command your dervises to retire to
their cells. The head of the dervises did as he required.
When the envious man saw that he was alone with this good man, he
began to tell his errand, walking side by side in the court, till he
saw his opportunity; and getting the good man near the brink of the
well, he gave him a thrust, and pushed him into it, without any body
being witness to so wicked an action. Having done thus, he marched
off immediately, got out at the gate of the convent without being
known to any one, and went home to his own house, well satisfied
with his journey, being fully persuaded that the object of his
hatred was no more in this world; but he found himself highly
mistaken.
Scheherazade could go no farther, because day began to appear. The
sultan conceived great indignation against the envious man, and said
to himself, I heartily wish that no hurt may have come to this
honest man: I hope to hear to-morrow that Heaven did not forsake him
on this occasion.
FORTY-SEVENTH NIGHT.
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