Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
I entered the town in order to learn the language spoken, and thence
to find out where I was. I addressed myself to a tailor, who was at
work in his shop. On account of my youth, and a certain manner about
me, which intimated I was something better than I appeared, he made
me sit down near him. He asked me who I was, where I came from, and
what had brought me to that place. I concealed nothing from him, but
informed him of every circumstance that had happened to me, and did
not even hesitate at discovering even my name. The tailor listened
to me very attentively, but when I had finished my narration,
instead of giving me any consolation, he augmented my troubles.
“Take care,” said he to me, “that you do not place the same
confidence in any one else that you have in me, for the prince who
reigns in this kingdom is the greatest enemy of the king, your
father; and if he should be informed of your arrival in this city, I
doubt not but he will inflict some evil upon you.” I readily
believed the sincerity of the tailor, when he told me the name of
the prince; but as the enmity between my father and him has no
connection with my adventures, I shall not, madam, enter into any
detail of it.
I thanked the tailor for the advice he had given me; and told him
that I placed implicit faith in his good counsel, and should never
forget the favour I received from him. As he supposed I was not
deficient in appetite, he brought me something to eat, and offered
me even an apartment at his house, which I accepted.
Some days after my arrival, the tailor remarking that I was
tolerably recovered from the effects of my long and painful journey,
and being aware that most of the princes of our religion had the
precaution, in order to guard against any reverse of fortune, to
make themselves acquainted with some art or trade to assist them in
case of want, asked me if I knew any thing by which I could acquire
a livelihood, without being chargeable to any body. I told him, that
I was well versed in the science of laws, both human and divine,
that I was a grammarian, a poet, and above all, that I wrote
remarkably well. “With all this,” he replied, “you will not in
this country procure a morsel of bread; nothing is more useless here
than this kind of knowledge. If you wish to follow my advice,” he
added, “you will procure a short jacket, and as you are strong and
of a good constitution, you may go into the neighbouring forest and
cut wood for fuel. You may then go and expose it for sale in the
market; and I assure you, that you may acquire a sufficient small
income so as to live independently of every one. By these means you
will be enabled to wait till heaven shall become favourable to you,
and till the cloud of bad fortune which hangs over you, and obliges
you to conceal your birth, shall have blown over. I will furnish you
with a cord and hatchet.”
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