Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Folklore -- Arab countries
At that very instant, in came his mother, and, catching hold of the
vizier’s arm, Sir, cried she, what are you a-doing? Let me alone, replied
the vizier, that I may kill this base unworthy son. You shall kill me
first, cried the mother; nor will I suffer you to imbrue your hands in
your own blood: speak to him, Noureddin, speak to him, and improve this
tender moment. My father, cried he, with tears in his eyes, I implore
your clemency and compassion; nor must you deny me pardon, since I ask it
in His name before whom we must all appear at the last day.
Khacan suffered the poniard to be taken out of his hand; and as soon as
Noureddin was released, he threw himself at his father’s feet, and kissed
them, to show how sincerely he repented of his having ever offended him.
Noureddin, said he, return your mother thanks, since it is purely for her
sake I pardon you. I design also to give you the Fair Persian, on
condition that you will oblige yourself by an oath not to look upon her
any longer as a slave, but as your wife, that you will not sell her, nor
ever be divorced from her; for, having abundance of wit and prudence,
besides much better conduct than you, I am persuaded she will be able to
moderate those rash sallies of youth which are enough to ruin you.
Noureddin, who little expected to be treated after so kind and indulgent
a manner, returned his father a thousand thanks, with all the gratitude
and sincerity imaginable; and, in the conclusion, the vizier, the Fair
Persian, and he, were well pleased and satisfied with the match.
The vizier Khacan would not stay in expectation of the king’s asking him
about the order he had given him, but took particular care to mention it
often, in representing to his majesty the many difficulties he met with
in that affair, and how fearful he was of not acquitting himself to his
majesty’s satisfaction. In short, he managed the business with so much
cunning and address, that the king insensibly forgot it; and, though
Saouy had got some small information of the matter, yet Khacan was so
much in the king’s favour, that he was afraid to speak of it.
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