The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 08 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 08 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
"Give me brunettes; the Syrian spears, so limber and so straight,
Tell of the slender dusky maids, so lithe and proud of gait.
Languid of eyelids, with a down like silk upon her cheek, Within
her wasting lover's heart she queens it still in state."
On the morrow the Caliph sent for Ibn al-Kirnas the Jeweller, and bade
him receive ten thousand dinars as to her price. And his heart was
taken up with the slave-girl Kut al-Kulub and he forsook the Lady
Zubaydah bint al-Kasim, for all she was the daughter of his father's
brother [FN#218] and he abandoned all his favorite concubines and abode
a whole month without stirring from Kut al-Kulub's side save to go to
the Friday prayers and return to her in all haste. This was grievous
to the Lords of the Realm and they complained thereof to the Wazir
Ja'afar the Barmecide, who bore with the Commander of the Faithful and
waited till the next Friday, when he entered the cathedral-mosque and,
foregathering with the Caliph, related to him all that occurred to him
of extra-ordinary stories anent seld-seen love and lovers with intent
to draw out what was in his mind. Quoth the Caliph, "By Allah, O
Ja'afar, this is not of my choice; but my heart is caught in the snare
of love and wot I not what is to be done!" The Wazir Ja'afar replied,
"O Commander of the Faithful, thou knowest how this girl Kut al-Kulub
is become at thy disposal and of the number of thy servants, and that
which hand possesseth soul coveteth not. Moreover, I will tell thee
another thing which is that the highest boast of Kings and Princes is
in hunting and the pursuit of sport and victory; and if thou apply
thyself to this, perchance it will divert thee from her, and it may be
thou wilt forget her." Rejoined the Caliph, "Thou sayest well, O
Ja'afar; come let us go a-hunting forthright, without stay or delay."
So soon as Friday prayers were prayed, they left the mosque and at once
mounting their she-mules rode forth to the chase. —And Shahrazad
perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
When it was the Eight Hundred and Thirty-seventh Night,
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