Then she went to a druggist, where she furnished herself with all
manner of sweet-scented waters, cloves, musk, pepper, ginger, and a
great piece of ambergris, and several other Indian spices. This
quite filled the porter’s basket, and she ordered him to follow
her. They walked till they came to a magnificent house, whose front
was adorned with fine columns, and which had a gate of ivory. There
they stopped, and the lady knocked softly. Here Scheherazade,
perceiving day, broke off.
I must own, sister, says Dinarzade, the beginning of this story has
a great deal of curiosity; I fancy the sultan will not deprive
himself of the pleasure of hearing the rest of it. And, indeed,
Schahriar was so far from ordering the sultaness to be put to death,
that he longed impatiently for next night, to know what passed in
the fine house.
TWENTY-NINTH NIGHT.
Dinarzade being awake before day, addressed the sultaness thus:
Sister, if you be awake, I would pray you to continue the history
you began yesterday; and Scheherazade went on with it thus:
While the young lady and the porter staid for the opening of the
gate, the porter had a thousand thoughts: he wondered that such a
fine lady should come abroad to buy provisions: he concluded she
could not be a slave, her air was too noble; and therefore he
thought she must needs be a woman of quality. Just as he was about
to ask her some questions upon that head, another lady came to open
the gate, and appeared to him so beautiful, that he was perfectly
surprised, or rather so much struck with her charms, that he had
like to have let his basket fall, for he had never seen any beauty
that equalled her.
The lady who brought the porter with her, perceiving his disorder,
and what occasioned it, diverted herself with it, and took so much
pleasure to examine his looks, that she forgot the gate was opened.
Upon this the beautiful lady said to her, Pray, sister, come in;
what do you stay for? Do you not see this poor man so heavily laden,
that he is scarcely able to stand under it?
When she entered with the porter, the lady who opened the gate shut
it, and all three, after having gone through a very fine porch, came
into a spacious court, encompassed with an open gallery, which had a
communication with several apartments on a floor, and
extraordinarily magnificent. There was at the farther end of the
court a sofa richly adorned, with a throne of amber in the middle of
it, supported by four columns of ebony, enriched with diamonds and
pearls of an extraordinary size, and covered with red satin
embroidered with Indian gold of admirable workmanship. In the middle
of the court there was a great fountain, faced with white marble,
and full of clear water, which fell into it abundantly out of the
mouth of a lion of brass.
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