Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Folklore -- Arab countries
Ganem, who had minded nothing but his business since his arrival at
Bagdad, was still unacquainted with the power of love, and now felt the
first sallies of it. It had not been in his power to look upon the young
lady without being disturbed; and the uneasiness he felt, following the
muleteer at a distance, and the fear lest any accident might happen by
the way that should deprive him of his conquest, taught him to unravel
his intricate thoughts. It was an extraordinary satisfaction to him,
when, being arrived safe at home, he saw the chest unloaded. He dismissed
the muleteer; and having caused a slave to shut the doors of his house,
he opened the chest, helped the lady out, gave her his hand, and
conducted her to his apartment, lamenting how much she must have endured
in that close confinement. If I have suffered, said she, I have
satisfaction enough in what you have done me, and in the pleasure of
seeing myself out of danger.
Though Ganem’s apartment was very richly furnished, the lady did not so
much regard that, as she did the handsome presence and engaging mien of
her deliverer, whose politeness and obliging behaviour highly heightened
her gratitude. She sat down on a sofa; and, to begin to give the merchant
to understand how sensible she was of the service done her, she took off
her veil. Ganem, on his part, was sensible of the favour so lovely a lady
did in uncovering herself, or rather felt he had already a most violent
passion for her. Whatsoever obligations she owed him, he thought himself
more than requited by so singular a favour.
The lady dived into Ganem’s thoughts, yet was not at all surprised,
because he appeared very full of respect. He, judging she might have
occasion to eat, and not willing to trust any but himself with the care
of entertaining so charming a guest, went out with a slave to an
eating-house to give directions for a treat. From thence he went to a
fruit-seller, where he chose the finest and most excellent fruit; buying
also the choicest wine, and some of the same bread that was eaten at the
caliph’s table.
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