The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 06 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 06 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
So she took his steed and clothes and armour and, branding him with
fire, let him wend his ways. When he recovered from his stupor, he
abode several days without meat or drink or sleep for despite and love
of the girl which had taken hold upon his heart. Then he sent a letter
by certain of his slaves to his father, advising him that he could not
return home till he had won his will of the Princess or died for want
of her. When his sire got the letter, he was sore concerned for his son
and would have succoured him by sending troops and soldiers; but his
Wazirs dissuaded him from this and exhorted him to patience; so he
committed his affair to Almighty Allah. Meanwhile, the Prince cast
about for a means of coming to his desire; and presently, disguising
himself as a decrepit old man, with a white beard over his own black
beard repaired to a garden of the Princess wherein she used to walk
most of her days. Here he sought out the gardener and said to him, “I
am a stranger from a far country and from my youth upwards I have been
a gardener, and in the grafting of trees and the culture of fruits and
flowers and care of the vine none is more skilled than I.” When the
gardener heard this, he rejoiced in him with exceeding joy and carried
him into the garden, where he commended him to his underlings, and the
Prince betook himself to the service of the garden and the tending of
the trees and the bettering of their fruits and improving the Persian
water-wheels and disposing the irrigation-channels. One day, as he was
thus employed, lo! he saw some slaves enter the garden, leading mules
laden with carpets and vessels, and asked them the meaning of this, to
which they answered, “The Princess is minded to take her pleasure.”
When he heard these words he hastened to his lodging and, fetching some
of the jewels and ornaments he had brought with him from home, sat down
in the garden and spread somewhat of them out before him, shaking and
making a show of extreme old age,—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of
day and ceased to say her permitted say.
When it was the Five Hundred and Ninety-eighth Night,
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