The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 03 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 03 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
the tower, walking and tripping up as he went, for excess of fright and
agitation, and he ceased not hurrying till he came in to King
Shahriman.—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying
her permitted say.
When it was the One Hundred and Eighty-nineth Night,
She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Wazir, fared
forth from the tower, and ceased not running till he came in to King
Shahriman, who said to him as he sighted him, "O thou Wazir, what man
hath brought thee to grief and whose mischief hath treated thee in way
unlief; how happeneth it that I see thee dumb foundered and coming to
me thus astounded?" Replied the Wazir, "O King! I bring thee good
news." "And what is it?" quoth Shahriman, and quoth the Wazir, "Know
that thy son Kamar al- Zaman's wits are clean gone and that he hath
become stark mad." Now when the King heard these words of the Minister,
light became darkness in his sight and he said, "O Wazir, make clear to
me the nature of his madness." Answered the Wazir, "O my lord, I hear
and I obey." Then he told him that such and such had passed and
acquainted him with all that his son had done; whereupon the King said
to him, "Hear, O Wazir, the good tidings which I give thee in return
for this thy fair news of my son's insanity; and it shall be the
cutting off of thy head and the forfeiture of my favour, O most
ill-omened of Wazirs and foulest of Emirs! for I feel that thou hast
caused my son's disorder by the wicked advice and the sinister counsel
thou hast given me first and last. By Allah, if aught of mischief or
madness have befallen my son I will most assuredly nail thee upon the
palace dome and make thee drain the bitterest draught of death!'' Then
he sprang up and, taking the Wazir, with him, fared straight for the
tower and entered it. And when Kamar al-Zaman saw the two, he rose to
his father in haste from the couch whereon he sat and kissing his hands
drew back and hung down his head and stood before him with his arms
behind him, and thus remained for a full hour. Then he raised his head
towards his sire; the tears gushed from his eyes and streamed down his
cheeks and he began repeating,
"Forgive the sin 'neath which my limbs are trembling,
For the slave seeks for mercy from his master;
I've done a fault, which calls for free confession,
Where shall it call for mercy, and forgiveness?''[FN#274]
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