The magnificence of the place, and the civility they received in it,
made the calenders conceive a great idea of these handsome ladies;
but, before they sat down, having by chance cast their eyes upon the
porter, whom they saw clad almost like one of those other calenders
with whom they are in controversy about several points of
discipline, because they never shave their beards nor eyebrows; one
of them said, Look here, I believe we have got one of our revolted
Arabian brethren.
The porter being half asleep, and having his head warm with wine,
was affronted at these words, and with a fierce look, without
stirring from his place, answered, Sit you down, and do not meddle
with what does not concern you. Have you not read the inscription
over the gate? Do not pretend to make people live after your
fashion, but follow ours.
Honest man, said the calender, do not put yourself in a passion; we
should be very sorry to give you the least occasion; on the
contrary, we are ready to receive your commands. Upon which, to put
an end to the dispute, the ladies interposed, and pacified them.
When the calenders sat down at table, the ladies served them with
meat; and Safie, being most pleased with them, did not let them want
for drink.
Scheherazade stopped her discourse, because she saw day appear, and
the sultan got up to follow his affairs, and promised to hear the
rest of the story next day; for he had a great desire to know why
those three calenders were blind, and all three of the same eye.
THIRTY-THIRD NIGHT.
An hour before day, Dinarzade being awake, said to the sultaness,
Dear sister, pray let me know what passed between the ladies and the
calenders. With all my heart, replied Scheherazade, and continued
her story in the manner following:
After the calenders had eaten and drank liberally, they signified to
the ladies, that they had a great desire to entertain them with a
concert of music, if they had any instruments in the house, and
would cause them to be brought: they willingly accepted the proffer,
and fair Safie going to fetch them, returned again in a moment, and
presented them with a flute of her own country fashion, another of
the Persian sort, and a tabor. Each man took the instrument he
liked, and all three together began to play a tune. The ladies, who
knew the words of a merry song that suited the air, joined the
concert with their voices; but the words of the song made them now
and then stop, and fall into excessive laughter.
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