While he was running about to show the necklace with much caution, I
sat with the jeweller, who was glad to see me, and we conversed on
different subjects. The crier returned, and calling me aside,
instead of telling me the necklace was valued at two thousand
sherifs, he assured me nobody would give me more than fifty. The
reason is, added he, the pearls are false: consider, see if you will
part with it at that price. I took him at his word, and wanting
money, Go, said I, I take your word, and that of those who know
better than myself; deliver it to them, and bring me the money
immediately.
The crier had been ordered to offer me fifty sherifs by one of the
richest jewellers in town, who had only made that offer to sound me,
and try if I was well acquainted with the value of the goods I
exposed to sale. He had no sooner received my answer than he carried
the crier to the judge, and showing him the necklace, Sir, said he,
here is a necklace that was stolen from me, and the thief, under the
character of a merchant, has had the impudence to offer it for sale;
and is at this minute in the bezestein. He is willing to take fifty
sherifs for a necklace that is worth two thousand, which is a plain
argument that it is stolen.
The judge sent immediately to seize me; and when I came before him,
he asked me, if the necklace he had in his hand was not the same
that I had exposed to sale in the bezestein. I told him it was. Is
it true, said he, that you are willing to deliver it for fifty
sherifs? I answered I was. Well, said he, in a scoffing way to me,
give him the bastinado; he will quickly tell us, with all his fine
merchant’s clothes, that he is only a downright thief; let him be
beat till he confesses. The violence of the blows made me tell a
lie: I confessed, though it was not true, that I had stolen the
necklace: and presently the judge ordered my hand to be cut off.
This made a great noise in the bezestein; and I was scarce returned
to my house when my landlord came. My son, said he, you seem to be a
young man well educated, and of good sense; how is it possible you
could be guilty of such an unworthy action as that I hear talk of?
You gave me an account of your property yourself, and I do not doubt
but the account is just. Why did not you ask money of me, and I
would have lent it you? However, after what has happened, I cannot
allow you to lodge longer in my house; you must go and seek for
other lodgings. I was extremely troubled at this; and entreated the
jeweller, with tears in my eyes, to let me stay three days longer in
his house, which he granted.
Alas! said I to myself, this misfortune and affront is unsufferable:
how shall I dare to return to Moussoul? Nothing I can say to my
father will persuade him that I am innocent.
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