guardsmen by name Sayyar and said to him, “O Sayyar, I have not treasured thee save for a day like this; and now I bid thee enter among Gharib’s host and, pushing into the marquee of their lord, bring him hither to me and prove how wily thy cunning be.” And Sayyar said, “I hear and I obey.” So he repaired to the enemy’s camp and stealing into Gharib’s pavilion, under the darkness of the night, when all the men had gone to their places of rest, stood up as though he were a slave to serve Gharib, who presently, being athirst, called to him for water. So he brought him a pitcher of water, drugged with Bhang, and Gharib could not fulfill his need ere he fell down with head distancing heels, whereupon Sayyar wrapped him in his cloak and carrying him to Ajib’s tent, threw him down at his feet. Quoth Ajib, “O Sayyar, what is this?” Quoth he, “This be thy brother Gharib;” whereat Ajib rejoiced and said, “The blessings of the Idols light upon thee! Loose him and wake him.” So they made him sniff up vinegar and he came to himself and opened his eyes; then, finding himself bound and in a tent other than his own, exclaimed, “There is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah, the Glorious the Great!” Thereupon Ajib cried out at him, saying, “Dost thou draw on me, O dog, and seek to slay me and take on me thy blood-wreak of thy father and thy mother? I will send thee this very day to them and rid the world of thee.” Replied Gharib, “Kafir hound! soon shalt thou see against whom the wheels of fate shall revolve and who shall be overthrown by the wrath of the Almighty King, Who wotteth what is in hearts and Who shall leave thee in Gehenna tormented and confounded! Have ruth on thyself and say with me:—There is no god but _the_ God and Abraham is the Friend of God!” When Ajib heard Gharib’s words, he snarked and snorted and railed at his god, the stone, and called for the sworder and the leather rug of blood but his Wazir, who was at heart a Moslem though outwardly a Miscreant, rose and kissing ground before him, said, “Patience, O King, deal not hastily, but wait till we know the conquered from the conqueror. If we prove the victors, we shall have power to kill him and, if we be beaten, his being alive in our hands will be a strength to us.” And the Emirs said, “The Minister speaketh sooth”!——And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say. When it was the Six Hundred and Thirty-ninth Night,