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
Then the maiden set food before her brother and he bade me eat with
him, whereat I rejoiced and felt assured that I should not be slain.
And when he had ended eating, she brought him a flagon of pure wine and
he applied him to it till the fumes of the drink mounted to his head
and his face flushed red. Then he turned to me and said, "Woe to thee,
O Hammad! dost thou know me or not?" Replied I, "By thy life, I am
rich in naught save ignorance!' Quoth he, "O Hammad, I am 'Abbád bin
Tamím bin Sa'labah and indeed Allah giveth thee thy liberty and leadeth
thee to a happy bride and spareth thee confusion." Then he drank to my
long life and gave me a cup of wine and I drank it off; and presently
he filled me a second and a third and a fourth, and I drained them all;
while he made merry with me and swore me never to betray him. So I
sware to him one thousand five hundred oaths that I would never deal
perfidiously with him at any time, but that I would be a friend and a
helper to him. Thereupon he bade his sister bring me ten suits of silk,
so she brought them and laid them on my person, and this dress I have
on my body is one of them. Moreover, he made bring one of the best of
his she- dromedaries[FN#126] carrying stuffs and provaunt, he bade her
also bring a sorrel horse, and when they were brought he gave the whole
of them to me. I abode with them three days, eating and drinking, and
what he gave me of gifts is with me to this present. At the end of the
three days he said to me, "O Hammad, O my brother, I would sleep awhile
and take my rest and verily I trust my life to thee; but, if thou see
horsemen making hither, fear not, for know that they are of the Banu
Sa'labah, seeking to wage war on me." Then he laid his sword under his
head-pillow and slept; and when he was drowned in slumber Iblis tempted
me to slay him; so I arose in haste, and drawing the sword from under
his head, dealt him a blow that made his head fall from his body. But
his sister knew what I had done, and rushing out from within the tent,
threw herself on his corpse, rending her raiment and repeating these
couplets,
"To kith and kin bear thou sad tidings of our plight; *
From doom th' All-wise decreed shall none of men take
flight:
Low art thou laid, O brother! strewn upon the stones, *
With face that mirrors moon when shining brightest bright!
Good sooth, it is a day accurst, thy slaughter-day *
Shivering thy spear that won the day in many a fight!
Now thou be slain no rider shall delight in steed, *
Nor man child shall the breeding woman bring to light.
This morn Hammád uprose and foully murthered thee, *
Falsing his oath and troth with foulest perjury."
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