The next business was to know who should carry the message. The
caliph endeavoured to prevail with the calenders to speak first, but
they excused themselves; and at last they agreed that the porter
should be the man: and as they were consulting how to word this
fatal question, Zobeide returned from her sister Amine, who was
recovered of her fit, drew near them, and, having overheard them
speaking pretty loud, and with some passion, said, Gentlemen, what
is the subject of your discourse? what are you disputing about?
The porter answered immediately, Madam, these gentlemen pray you to
let them understand wherefore you wept over your two bitches after
you whipped them so severely, and how that lady’s bosom, who
lately fainted away, comes to be so full of scars? This is what I am
ordered to ask in their name.
At these words, Zobeide looked with a stern countenance; and,
turning towards the caliph and the rest of the company, Is this
true, gentlemen, said she, that you have given him order to ask me
this question? All of them, except the vizier Giafar, who spoke not
a word, answered, Yes. On which she told them, in a tone that
sufficiently expressed her resentment, Before we granted you the
favour of being received into our house, and to prevent all occasion
of trouble from you, because we are alone, we did it upon condition
that you should not speak of anything that did not concern you, lest
you might come to hear that which would not please you; and yet,
after having received and entertained you as well as we possibly
could, you make no scruple to break your promise. It is true that
our easy temper has occasioned this, but that shall not excuse you,
for your proceedings are very unhandsome. As she spoke these words,
she gave three hard knocks with her foot, and clapping her hands as
often together, cried, Come quick. Upon this, a door flew open, and
seven strong, sturdy black slaves, with scimetars in their hands,
rushed in; every one seized a man, threw him on the ground, and
dragged him into the middle of the room, in order to cut off his
head.
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