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
nighted in the Church, she had slain thee on the foulest wise." And
quoth he, "Praised be Allah who hath delivered me from the evil of this
night!" Then he busied himself with the service of the church and
ceased not busying till day departed and night with darkness starkened
when he arose and opened the offertory-chest and took thence of jewels
whatso was light of weight and weighty of worth. Then he tarried till
the first watch of the night was past, when he made his way to the
postern of the tunnel and opening it, went forth, calling on Allah for
protection, and ceased not faring on until, after finding and opening
the door, he came to the sea. Here he discovered the vessel moored to
the shore near the gate; and her skipper, a tall old man of comely
aspect with a long beard, standing in the waist, his ten men being
ranged before him. Nur al-Din gave him his hand, as Miriam had bidden
him, and the captain took it and pulling him on board of the ship cried
out to his crew, saying, "Cast off the moorings and put out to sea with
us, ere day break." Said one of the ten, "O my lord the Captain, how
shall we put out now, when the King hath notified us that to-morrow he
will embark in this ship and go round about the sea, being fearful for
his daughter Miriam from the Moslem thieves?" But the Rais cried out at
them saying, "Woe to you, O accursed; Dare ye gainsay me and bandy
words with me?" So saying the old captain bared his blade and with it
dealt the sailor who had spoken a thrust in the throat, that the steel
came out gleaming from his nape; and quoth another of the sailors,
"What hath our comrade done of crime, that thou shouldst cut his
throat?" Thereupon the captain clapped hand to sword and smote off the
speaker's head, nor did he leave smiting the rest of the sailors till
he had slain them all, one after other, and cast the ten bodies ashore.
Then he turned to Nur al-Din and cried out at him with a terrible great
cry, that made him tremble, saying, "Go down and pull up the
mooring-stake." Nur al-Din feared lest he should strike him also with
the sword; so he sprang up and leapt ashore and pulling up the stake
jumped aboard again, swiftlier than the dazzling leven. The captain
ceased not to bid him do this and do that and tack and wear hither and
thither and look at the stars, and Nur al-Din did all that he bade him,
with heart a-quaking for affright; whilst he himself spread the sails,
and the ship fared with the twain into the dashing sea, swollen with
clashing billows.—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to
say her permitted say.
When it was the Eight Hundred and Eighty-fourth Night,
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