The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 07 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 07 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
the Princess will not accept it and ’tis a guest-gift from me to thee.
Alhamdolillah—Glory be to God—who hath brought us together, so that,
if one day I have a want, I shall find in thee a helper to me in
winning it!” She marvelled at the goodliness of his speech and the
excess of his generosity and the perfection of his courtesy and said to
him, “What is thy name, O my lord?” He replied, “My name is Ardashir;”
and she cried, “By Allah this is a rare name! Therewith are Kings’ sons
named, and thou art in a guise of the sons of the merchants!” Quoth he,
“Of the love my father bore me, he gave me this name, but a name
signifieth naught;” and quoth she in wonder, “O my son, take the price
of thy goods.” But he swore that he would not take aught. Then the old
lady said to him, “O my dear one, Truth (I would have thee know) is the
greatest of all things and thou hadst not dealt thus generously by me
but for a special reason: so tell me thy case and thy secret thought;
belike thou hast some wish to whose winning I may help thee.” Thereupon
he laid his hand in hers and, after exacting an oath of secrecy, told
her the whole story of his passion for the Princess and his condition
by reason thereof. The old woman shook her head and said, “True; but O
my son, the wise say, in the current adage, ‘An thou wouldest be
obeyed, abstain from ordering what may not be made’; and thou, my son,
thy name is Merchant, and though thou hadst the keys of the Hidden
Hoards, yet wouldst thou be called naught but Merchant. An thou wouldst
rise to high rank, according to thy station, then seek the hand of a
Kazi’s daughter or even an Emir’s; but why, O my son, aspirest thou to
none but the daughter of the King of the age and the time, and she a
clean maid, who knoweth nothing of the things of the world and hath
never in her life seen anything but her palace wherein she dwelleth?
Yet, for all her tender age, she is intelligent, shrewd, vivacious,
penetrating, quick of wit, sharp of act and rare of rede: her father
hath no other child and she is dearer to him than his life and soul.
Every morning he cometh to her and giveth her good-morrow, and all who
dwell in the palace stand in dread of her. Think not, O my son, that
any dare bespeak her with aught of these words; nor is there any way
for me thereto. By Allah, O my son, my heart and vitals love thee and
were it in my power to give thee access to her, I would assuredly do
it; but I will tell thee somewhat, wherein Allah may haply appoint the
healing of thy heart, and will risk life and goods for thee, till I win
thy will for thee.” He asked, “And what is that, O my mother?” and she
answered, “Seek of me the daughter of a Wazir or an Emir, and I will
grant thy request; but it may not be that one should mount from earth
to heaven at one bound.” When the Prince heard this, he replied to her
with courtesy and sense, “O my mother, thou art a woman of wit and
knowest how things go. Say me doth a man, when his head irketh him,
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