Bedreddin Hassan ran after Agib and the eunuch, and overtook them
before they were got to the gate of the city. The eunuch perceiving
he followed them was extremely surprised. You impertinent fellow,
you, said he, with an angry tone, what do you want? My dear friend,
replied Bedreddin, do not you trouble yourself. I have a little
business out of town, that is just come into my head, and I must
needs go and look after it. This answer, however, did not at all
satisfy the eunuch, who, turning to Agib, said, This is all owing to
you; I foresaw I should repent of my complaisance; you would needs
go into the man’s shop --it was not wisely done in me to give you
leave. Perhaps, replied Agib, he has real business out of town, and
the road is free to every body. While this passed, they kept walking
together, without looking behind them, till they came near the
vizier’s tents, upon which they turned about to see if Bedreddin
followed them. Agib, perceiving he was within two paces of him,
reddened and whitened alternately, according to the different
emotions that affected him. He was afraid the grand vizier, his
grandfather, should come to know he had been in the pastry shop, and
had eaten there. In this dread, he took up a pretty large stone that
lay at his foot, and throwing it at Bedreddin Hassan, hit him in the
forehead, which gave him such a wound, that his face was covered
with blood. Then he took to his heels, and ran under the eunuch’s
tent. The eunuch gave Bedreddin to understand, he had no reason to
complain of a mischance that he had merited and brought upon himself.
Bedreddin turned towards the city, stanching the blood of this wound
with his apron, which he had not put off. I was a fool, said he
within himself, for leaving my house, to take so much pains about
this brat; for doubtless he would never have used me after this
manner, if he had not thought I had some ill design against him.
When he got home, he had his wound dressed, and softened the sense
of his mischance by the reflection, that there was an infinite
number of people upon the earth that were yet more unfortunate than
he.
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