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
lot of provision? This may never, never be. He who slitteth the
corners of the lips hath pledged Himself for its provision, because
Almighty Allah is the Bountiful, the Provider!"[FN#234] So saying, he
shouldered his net and turned him homewards, broken-spirited and heavy
at heart about his family, for that he had left them without food, more
by token that his wife was in the straw. And as he continued trudging
along and saying in himself, "How shall I do and what shall I say to
the children to- night?" he came to a baker's oven and saw a crowd
about it; for the season was one of dearth and in those days food was
scant with the folk; so people were proffering the baker money, but he
paid no heed to any of them, by reason of the dense crowd. The
fisherman stood looking and snuffing he smell of the hot bread (and
indeed his soul longed for it, by reason of his hunger), till the baker
caught sight of him and cried out to him, "Come hither, O fisherman!"
So he went up to him, and the baker said, "Dost thou want bread?" But
he was silent. Quoth the baker, "Speak out and be not ashamed, for
Allah is bountiful. An thou have no silver, I will give thee bread and
have patience with thee till weal betide thee." And quoth the
fisherman, "By Allah, O master, I have indeed no money! But give me
bread enough for my family, and I will leave thee this net in pawn till
the morrow." Rejoined the baker, "Nay, my poor fellow, this net is thy
shop and the door of thy daily subsistence; so an thou pawn it,
wherewithal wilt thou fish? Tell me how much will suffice thee?"; and
replied the fisherman, "Ten half-dirhams' worth."[FN#235] So he gave
him ten Nusfs worth of bread and ten in silver saying, "Take these ten
Nusfs and cook thyself a mess of meat therewith; so wilt thou owe me
twenty, for which bring me fish to-morrow; but, an thou catch nothing
again, come and take thy bread and thy ten Nusfs, and I will have
patience with thee till better luck betide thee,"—And Shahrazad
perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
When it was the Nine Hundred and Forty-first Night,
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