Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Folklore -- Arab countries
To these offers of the caliph, Abon Hassan, taking him still for a
Moussel merchant, replied, I am very well persuaded, good sir, that it is
not out of a compliment that you make me these generous tenders; but,
upon the word of an honest man, I have nothing that troubles me, no
business nor desires, and want not any thing. I have not the least
ambition, as I told you before, but am very well satisfied with my
condition. Therefore, I can only thank you for your obliging proffers,
and the honour you have done me to come and take a slight repast with me.
Yet I must tell you, pursued Abon Hassan, there is one thing gives me
great uneasiness. You know the town of Bagdad is divided into several
parts and divisions, to each of which there belongs a mosque, and an iman
to read prayers at certain hours. The iman of the division I live in is
an old man, of an austere countenance, and the greatest hypocrite in the
world. This man, and four old men of this neighbourhood, who are people
of the same stamp, meet every day at the iman’s house; there they vent
their slander, calumny, and malice against me and the whole division, to
the disturbance of the public peace of the neighbourhood, and the
promotion of dissension. Some they threaten, others they rail against;
and, in short, would be lords paramount, and have every one govern
himself according to their caprice; and, at the same time, know not how
to govern themselves. Indeed, I would have them meddle with nothing but
their Alcoran, and let the world live quietly.
Well, I suppose, said the caliph, you would willingly put a stop to this
disorder. You have guessed it, answered Abon Hassan; and the only thing I
should desire, would be to be caliph only for one day, in the stead of
our sovereign lord and master Haroun Alraschid, the commander of the
faithful. What would you do if you were? said the caliph. I would make
them examples, answered Abon Hassan, to the satisfaction of all honest
men. I would punish the four old men with each a hundred bastinadoes on
the soles of their feet, and the iman with four hundred, to learn them
not to disturb and abuse their neighbours any more.
The caliph was extremely well pleased with this thought of Abon Hassan’s;
and, as he was a prince who loved adventures, he fancied to make this a
very singular one. Indeed, said he, I approve very much of your wish,
which I see proceeds from an upright mind, that cannot bear to see the
malice of wicked people go unpunished. I could like to see it take
effect, and that is not so impossible a thing as you imagine. I am
persuaded that the caliph would willingly put his authority for
twenty-four hours into your hands, if he knew your good intentions, and
the just use you would make of it. I see, said Abon Hassan, you laugh at
my foolish fancy; and the caliph himself would laugh at my extravagance
too if he knew it; but yet it would be a means of informing him of the
iman’s and his companions’ behaviour, and he might chastise them.
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