Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Folklore -- Arab countries
The poor unfortunate Noureddin, at that cruel moment, looked round upon
the people: Will no charitable body, cried he, bring me a little water to
quench my thirst? which immediately they did, and handed it up to him
upon the scaffold. The vizier Saouy, perceiving this delay, called out to
the executioner from the king’s closet window, where he had planted
himself, Strike, what dost thou stay for? At these barbarous and inhuman
words the whole palace echoed with loud imprecations against him; and the
king, jealous of his authority, made it appear, by ordering him to stay a
while, that he was angry at his presumption. But there was another
reason; for the king that very moment casting his eyes up into a large
street that faced him and joined to the place of execution, saw about the
middle of it a troop of horsemen coming with full speed towards the
palace. Vizier, said the king immediately, look yonder, what is the
meaning of those horsemen? Saouy, who knew not what it might be,
earnestly pressed the king to give the executioner the sign. No, replied
the king, I will first see who these horsemen are. It was the vizier
Giafar and his train, who came in person from Bagdad by the caliph’s
order.
To make the occasion of this minister’s coming to Balsora a little
plainer, we must observe, that after Noureddin’s departure with the
caliph’s letter, the caliph the next day, nor several days after, ever
thought of sending the patent that he mentioned to the Fair Persian. He
happened one day to be in the inner palace, which was the women’s, and
passing by the apartment, he heard the sound of a fine voice: he listened
to it, and he had no sooner heard the words of one complaining for the
absence of somebody, than he asked the officer of his eunuchs that
attended him, who that woman was that belonged to that apartment. The
officer told him that it was the young stranger’s slave, whom he had sent
to Balsora to be king in the room of Mohammed Zinchi.
Ah! poor Noureddin, cried the caliph presently, I had forgot thee; but
haste, said he to the officer, and bid Giafar come to me. The vizier was
with him in an instant. As soon as he came, Giafar, said he, I have
hitherto neglected sending the patent to Noureddin, which was to confirm
him king of Balsora; but we have no time now to draw up one, therefore
immediately take post-horses, and, with some of your servants, make what
haste you can to Balsora. If Noureddin is dead, and put to death by them,
order the vizier Saouy to be hanged; but, if he be living, bring him to
me with the king and the vizier.
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