The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 10 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 10 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
She pursued, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when the
Wazir said to the King, “Methinks he is naught but an impostor,
and ’tis the impostor who ruineth the house of the covetous;” the
King said, “O Wazir, I will prove him and soon know if he be an
impostor or a true man and whether he be a rearling of Fortune or
not.” The Wazir asked, “And how wilt thou prove him?”; and the
King answered, “I will send for him to the presence and entreat
him with honour and give him a jewel which I have. An he know it
and wot its price, he is a man of worth and wealth; but an he
know it not, he is an impostor and an upstart and I will do him
die by the foulest fashion of deaths.” So he sent for Ma’aruf,
who came and saluted him. The King returned his salam and seating
him beside himself, said to him, “Art thou the merchant Ma’aruf?”
and said he, “Yes.” Quoth the King, “The merchants declare that
thou owest them sixty thousand ducats. Is this true?” “Yes,”
quoth he. Asked the King, “Then why dost thou not give them their
money?”; and he answered, “Let them wait till my baggage come and
I will repay them twofold. An they wish for gold, they shall have
gold; and should they wish for silver, they shall have silver; or
an they prefer for merchandise, I will give them merchandise; and
to whom I owe a thousand I will give two thousand in requital of
that wherewith he hath veiled my face before the poor; for I have
plenty.” Then said the King, “O merchant, take this and look what
is its kind and value.” And he gave him a jewel the bigness of a
hazel-nut, which he had bought for a thousand sequins and not
having its fellow, prized it highly. Ma’aruf took it and pressing
it between his thumb and forefinger brake it, for it was brittle
and would not brook the squeeze. Quoth the King, “Why hast thou
broken the jewel?”; and Ma’aruf laughed and said, “O King of the
age, this is no jewel. This is but a bittock of mineral worth a
thousand dinars; why dost thou style it a jewel? A jewel I call
such as is worth threescore and ten thousand gold pieces and this
is called but a piece of stone. A jewel that is not of the
bigness of a walnut hath no worth in my eyes and I take no
account thereof. How cometh it, then, that thou, who art King,
stylest this thing a jewel, when ’tis but a bit of mineral worth
a thousand dinars? But ye are excusable, for that ye are poor
folk and have not in your possession things of price.” The King
asked, “O merchant, hast thou jewels such as those whereof thou
speakest?”; and he answered, “Plenty.” Whereupon avarice overcame
the King and he said, “Wilt thou give me real jewels?” Said
Ma’aruf, “When my baggage-train shall come, I will give thee no
end of jewels; and all that thou canst desire I have in plenty
and will give thee, without price.” At this the King rejoiced and
said to the traders, “Wend your ways and have patience with him,
till his baggage arrive, when do ye come to me and receive your
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