Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
This prince immediately recollected me, and evinced great joy at my
return. “Welcome, Sindbad,” said he, “I assure you I have
often thought of you since your departure. Blessed be this day in
which I see you again.” I returned the compliment, and after
thanking him for his kindness, I delivered the letter and present of
the caliph, which he received with every mark of satisfaction and
pleasure.
The caliph sent him a complete bed of gold tissue, estimated at a
thousand sequins; fifty robes of a very rich stuff, an hundred more
of white linen, the finest that could be procured from Cairo, Suez,
Cufa, and Alexandria; another bed of crimson, also another of a
different make. A vase of agate, greater in width than in depth, of
the thickness of a finger; on the sides there was sculptured in
bas-relief, a man, kneeling on the ground, and in his hand a bow and
arrow, with which he was going to let fly at a lion: besides these
he sent him a richly ornamented table, which was supposed from
tradition to have belonged to the great Solomon. The letter of the
caliph was written in these terms:
HEALTH IN THE NAME OF THE SOVEREIGN GUIDE OF THE RIGHT ROAD, TO THE
POWERFUL AND HAPPY SULTAN, FROM THE PART OF ABDALLA HAROUN
ALRASCHID, WHOM GOD HAS PLACED ON THE SEAT OF HONOUR, AFTER HIS
ANCESTORS OF HAPPY MEMORY.
“We have received your letter with joy; and we send you this,
emanated from the council of our porte, the garden of superior
minds. We hope, that in casting your eyes over it, you will perceive
our good intention, and think it agreeable. Adieu.”
The king of Serendid was rejoiced to find, that the caliph returned
a testimony of his friendship. Soon after this audience, I requested
another, to take my leave, which I had some difficulty to obtain. At
length I succeeded, and the king, at my departure, ordered me a very
handsome present. I re-embarked immediately, intending to return to
Bagdad; but had not the good fortune to arrive so soon as I
expected, for God had disposed of it otherwise.
Three or four days after we had set sail, we were attacked by
corsairs, who easily made themselves masters of our vessel, as we
were not in a state for defence. Some persons in the ship attempted
to make resistance, but it cost them their lives. I, and all those
who had the prudence not to oppose the intention of the corsairs,
were made slaves. After they had stripped us, and substituted bad
clothes for our own, they bent their course towards a large island
at a very great distance, where they sold us.
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