Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
I was one day quite alone, and employed about my domestic affairs,
when they came and told me that a lady wanted to speak with me. I
desired them to let her come in. She appeared to be very far
advanced in years. On her entrance she saluted me, by kissing the
ground, and then rising on her knees, she said, “I entreat you, my
good lady, to excuse the liberty which I have taken, in coming to
importune you; but the assurance I have received of your charitable
disposition is the cause of my boldness. I must inform you, most
honourable lady, that I have an orphan daughter, who is to be
married to-day: we are both strangers, and have not the least
knowledge of any one in this city. This causes us great anxiety and
confusion; because we wish that the numerous family, with which we
are going to be connected, should be acquainted, that we are not
altogether unknown and of no respectability and credit. It is for
this reason, most charitable lady, that you would lay us under an
infinite obligation, if you would honour the nuptials with your
presence. If, therefore, you grant us this favour, our own
countrywomen will know, that we are not looked upon here as poor
wretches, when they shall be informed, that a person of your rank
has had the condescension to do us so great an honour. But if, alas!
you reject our petition, how great will our mortification be;
because we know not to whom else to address ourselves!”
The poor lady was in tears during the whole of this speech, which
very much excited my compassion. “My good mother,” replied I,
“do not afflict yourself any more; I shall be very happy to oblige
you in the way you wish. Tell me where I must come to; I only wish
for time sufficient to dress myself properly for such an
occasion.” The old lady was so overjoyed at this answer, that she
would have fallen at my feet and kissed them, if I had not prevented
her. “My dear good lady,” she cried in getting up, “God will
recompense you for the goodness you have shown to those who will
always consider themselves as your servants; he will make your bosom
overflow with joy from the reflection of your having been the cause
of so much to us. It is not necessary for you to have the trouble of
remembering the address, but only that you will have the goodness to
go with me in the evening, at the time I shall come and call for
you. Adieu, madam,” added she, “till I have the honour of seeing
you again.”
She had no sooner left me, than I went and took that dress I liked
best; also a necklace of large pearls, a pair of bracelets, some
rings both for the fingers and ears, of the finest and most
brilliant diamonds; for I, somehow or other, seemed to have a
presentiment of what would happen to me.
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