Mesrour, the chief eunuch, was at hand, and hastened for the needful
disguises. After having clad themselves as merchants of Moussul, and
tinged their faces of an olive hue, the caliph, accompanied by Giaffar
and Mesrour, the latter armed with a scimitar, issued forth from the
secret door of the seraglio. Giaffar, who knew from experience the
quarter likely to prove most fertile in adventure, led the caliph past
the mosque of Zobeide, and crossing the Bridge of Boats over the Tigris,
continued his way to that part of the city on the Mesopotamian side of
the river which was inhabited by the wine-sellers and others, who
administered to the irregularities, as well as to the wants of the good
people of Bagdad. For a short time they wandered up and down without
meeting anybody; but passing through a narrow alley, their steps were
arrested by the sound of a most potent pair of lungs, carolling forth a
jovial song. The caliph waited awhile, in expectation of its ceasing;
but he might apparently have waited until dawn of day, for verse was
poured forth after verse: a small interval between them filled up by the
musical gurgling of liquor from a bottle, and the gulps of the votary of
Bacchus. At length, his patience being exhausted, the caliph ordered
Mesrour to knock loudly at the singer's dwelling. Hearing the noise, the
fellow opened the _jalouise_, and came out into the verandah above.
Looking down, and perceiving the three interrupters of his mirth, he
bawled out--"What rascals are you that disturb an honest man at his
devotions?--Begone!--fly!--away with you, scum of the earth!"
"Truly, charitable sir," replied Giaffar in a humble tone, "We are
distressed merchants, strangers in this city, who have lost our way, and
fear to be seized by the watch--perhaps carried before the cadi. We
beseech thee, therefore, to admit us within thy doors, and Allah will
reward thy humanity."
"Admit you within my doors!--not I, indeed. What, you wish to get into
my house to gormandise and swill at my expense. Go--go!"
The caliph laughed heartily at this reply, and then called out to the
man, "Indeed we are merchants, and seek but for shelter till the hour of
prayer."
"Tell me, then," replied the man, "and mind you tell me the truth. Have
you eaten and drunk your fill for the night?"
"Thanks and praise be to Allah, we have supped long since, and
heartily," returned the caliph.
"Since that is the case, you may come up, but recollect it is upon one
condition, that you bind yourselves not to open your lips whatever you
may see me do; no matter whether it please you or not."
"What you desire is so reasonable," called out the caliph, "that we
should be ignorant as Yaboos, if we did not at once comply."
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