Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Folklore -- Arab countries
The caliph went forwards, and counterfeiting all the humours and actions
of a fisherman to a nicety, presented them with the two fishes. These are
very fine ones indeed, said the Fair Persian; and if they were well
ordered, and delicately dressed, I should be glad to eat some of them.
The lady is in the right, answered Scheich Ibrahim; but what the plague
can we do with your fish, unless it was dressed? Go, dress it thyself,
and bring it to us; thou wilt find every thing necessary for thee in my
kitchen.
The caliph went back to the grand vizier: Giafar, said he, I have been
very well received; but they want the fish to be dressed. I will take
care to dress it myself, said the grand vizier, and they shall have it in
a moment. Nay, replied the caliph, so eager am I to accomplish my design,
that I will take abundance of pains about it too; for since I have
personated the fisherman so well, sure I can play the cook for once:
besides, in my younger days, I dealt a little in cookery, and always came
off with flying colours. In saying these words, he went directly towards
Scheich Ibrahim’s lodgings, and the grand vizier and Mesrour followed
him.
All three of them presently fell to work, and though Scheich Ibrahim’s
kitchen was not very large, yet there was every thing in it that they
wanted. The fish was quickly cooked, and the caliph served it up, putting
to every one’s plate a lemon to squeeze, if they thought it proper, into
the sauce. They all ate very heartily, but especially Noureddin and the
Fair Persian; and the caliph sat down with them at the lower end of the
table.
As soon as the repast was over, Noureddin looking upon the caliph,
Fisherman, said he, never were better fish eaten, and you have done us
the greatest favour in the world. At the same time putting his hand into
his bosom, and pulling out a purse of thirty pieces of gold, the
remainder of the forty that Sangiar, gentleman-usher to the king of
Balsora, had given him just upon his departure; Here, said he to him,
take that, and if I had any more, thou shouldst have it: had I known thee
in my prosperity, I would have taken care of securing thee from ever
wanting: do not refuse the small present I make thee, but accept of it as
kindly as if it was much greater.
The caliph took the purse, and perceiving by the weightiness that it was
all gold, Sir, said he, I cannot enough thank you for your liberality,
and I think myself very fortunate in having to do with a person of your
generosity; but before I take my leave, I have a favour to ask, which I
beg you not to deny me. Yonder is a lute, which makes me believe that the
lady understands playing upon it; and if you can prevail with her to play
but one tune, I shall go away the best satisfied in the world: a lute,
sir, is an instrument I greatly admire.
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