Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
they had broken and destroyed every thing in my shop; they had bound
me with cords, and shut me up in a case, where I was so closely
confined, that I feel still as if I were in it. At last, they had
sent for a carpenter, and ordered him to prepare a stake to fasten
me to. But God be praised, that all this is only an effect of
sleep.”
Bedreddin did not pass the night very quietly; he awoke from time to
time, and asked himself, whether he was dreaming or awake. He
doubted his good fortune, and wishing to ascertain the truth, he
undrew the curtains, and cast his eyes over the room. ”I am not
deceived;” said he, ”this is the same chamber into which I came
instead of the hunchback, and slept with the beautiful lady who was
destined for him.” Day-light, which now began to appear, had not
removed his uneasiness, when the vizier, Schemseddin Mohammed, his
uncle, knocked at the door, and entered at the same moment to wish
him good day. Bedreddin Hassan was extremely surprised to see a man
he was so well acquainted with appear immediately after, but he no
longer bore the appearance of the terrible judge, who had pronounced
the decree of his death. “Ah!” cried he, “it is you who have
treated me so cruelly, and condemned me to a death, the thoughts of
which still fill me with horror, for having made a cheesecake
without putting pepper in it.” The vizier began to laugh; and, to
dispel his fears, related how, by the interference of a Genius, (for
the account he had received from the hunchback made him suspect the
truth) he had been conveyed to his house, and had married his
daughter, instead of the groom belonging to the sultan. He then
acquainted him, that it was by means of the packet, written by
Noureddin Ali, that he had discovered him to be his nephew; and at
last told him, that it was in consequence of this discovery, that he
left Cairo, and had gone to Balsora in search of him. “My dear
nephew,” added he, embracing him with the greatest tenderness,
“I beg your pardon for all I have made you suffer since I have
discovered you. I wished to reconduct you here before I acquainted
you with your good fortune, which you must find so much the more
pleasant as it has cost you more pain. Console yourself for all your
afflictions, with the joy you must experience at being again with
persons who are the most dear to you. Whilst you dress yourself, I
will go and acquaint the lady, your mother, who is all impatience to
embrace you; and I will bring you your son, whom you saw at
Damascus, and towards whom you felt so much affection without
knowing him.
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