The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 09 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 09 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
There dwelt once, in Alexandria city, two men, of whom one was a dyer,
by name Abъ Kнr, and the other a barber Abъ Sнr[FN#184]; and they were
neighbours in the market-street, where their shops stood side by side.
The dyer was a swindler and a liar, an exceeding wicked wight, as if
indeed his head-temples were hewn out of a boulder rock or fashioned of
the threshold of a Jewish synagogue, nor was he ashamed of any shameful
work he wrought amongst the folk. It was his wont, when any brought him
cloth for staining, first to require of him payment under pretence of
buying dyestuffs therewith. So the customer would give him the wage in
advance and wend his ways, and the dyer would spend all he received on
meat and drink; after which he would sell the cloth itself as soon as
ever its owner turned his back and waste its worth in eating and
drinking and what not else, for he ate not but of the daintiest and
most delicate viands nor drank but of the best of that which doth away
the with of man. And when the owner of the cloth came to him, he would
say to him, "Return to me to-morrow before sunrise and thou shalt find
thy stuff dyed." So the customer would go away, saying to himself,
"One day is near another day," and return next day at the appointed
time, when the dyer would say to him, "Come to-morrow; yesterday I was
not at work, for I had with me guests and was occupied with doing what
their wants required till they went: but to-morrow before sunrise come
and take thy cloth dyed." So he would fare forth and return on the
third day, when Abu Kir would say to him, "Indeed yesterday I was
excusable, for my wife was brought to bed in the night and all day I
was busy with manifold matters; but to-morrow, without fail, come and
take thy cloth dyed." When the man came again at the appointed time,
he would put him off with some other pretence, it mattered little what,
and would swear to him;—Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased
saying her permitted say.
When it was the Nine Hundred and Thirty-first Night,
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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