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
the stirrups to the saddle and led him to the King. The thing took his
fancy and he thanked me; then he mounted and rejoiced greatly in the
saddle and rewarded me handsomely for my work. When the King’s Wazir
saw the saddle, he asked of me one like it and I made it for him.
Furthermore, all the grandees and officers of state came for saddles to
me; so I fell to making saddles (having taught the craft to the
carpenter and blacksmith), and selling them to all who sought, till I
amassed great wealth and became in high honour and great favour with
the King and his household and grandees. I abode thus till, one day, as
I was sitting with the King in all respect and contentment, he said to
me, “Know thou, O such an one, thou art become one of us, dear as a
brother, and we hold thee in such regard and affection that we cannot
part with thee nor suffer thee to leave our city; wherefore I desire of
thee obedience in a certain matter, and I will not have thee gainsay
me.” Answered I, “O King, what is it thou desirest of me? Far be it
from me to gainsay thee in aught, for I am indebted to thee for many
favours and bounties and much kindness, and (praised be Allah!) I am
become one of thy servants.” Quoth he, “I have a mind to marry thee to
a fair, clever and agreeable wife who is wealthy as she is beautiful;
so thou mayst be naturalised and domiciled with us: I will lodge thee
with me in my palace; wherefore oppose me not neither cross me in
this.” When I heard these words I was ashamed and held my peace nor
could make him any answer,[FN#46] by reason of my much bashfulness
before him. Asked he, “Why dost thou not reply to me, O my son?”; and I
answered saying, “O my master, it is thine to command, O King of the
age!” So he summoned the Kazi and the witnesses and married me
straightway to a lady of a noble tree and high pedigree; wealthy in
moneys and means; the flower of an ancient race; of surpassing beauty
and grace, and the owner of farms and estates and many a
dwelling-place.—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased
saying her permitted say.
When it was the Five Hundred and Fifty-third Night,
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