And he replied, 'Surely, O Vizier! thou knowest little of my dexterity.' So the Vizier laughed, and Noorna bin Noorka laughed, and he was at a loss to interpret the cause of their laughter. Then said Noorna, 'O my betrothed, there's not a doubt among us of thy dexterity, nor question of thy willingness; but this shaving of Shagpat, wullahy! 'tis longer work than what thou makest of it.' And he cried, 'How? because of the Chief of Identicals planted by thee in his head?' She answered, 'Because of that; but 'tis the smallest opposer, that.' Then the Vizier said, 'Let us consult.' So Shibli Bagarag gave ear, and the Vizier continued, 'There's first, the Chief of Identicals planted by thee in the head of that presumptuous fellow, O my daughter! By what means shall that be overcome?' She said, 'I rank not that first, O Feshnavat, my father; surely I rank first the illusions with which Rabesqurat hath surrounded him, and made it difficult to know him from his semblances, whenever real danger threateneth him.' The Vizier assented, saying, 'Second, then, the Chief of Identicals?' She answered, 'Nay, O my father; second, the weakness that's in man, and the little probability of his finishing with Shagpat at one effort; and there is but a sole chance for whoso attempteth, and if he faileth, 'tis forever he faileth.' So the Vizier said, 'Even I knew not 'twas so grave! Third, then, the Chief of Identicals?' She replied, 'Third! which showeth the difficulty of the task. Read ye not, first, how the barber must come upon Shagpat and fix him for his operation; second, how the barber must be possessed of more than mortal strength to master him in so many strokes; third, how the barber must have a blade like no other blade in this world in sharpness, in temper, in velocity of sweep, that he may reap this crop which flourisheth on Shagpat, and with it the magic hair which defieth edge of mortal blades?' Now, the Vizier sighed at the words, saying, 'Powerful is Shagpat. I knew not the thing I undertook. I fear his mastery of us, and we shall be contemned--objects for the red finger of scorn.' Noorna turned to Shibli Bagarag and asked, 'Do the three bonds of enterprise--vengeance, ambition, and love--shrink in thee from this great contest?' Shibli Bagarag said, ''Tis terrible! on my head be it!' She gazed at him a moment tenderly, and said, 'Thou art worthy of what is in store for thee, O my betrothed! and I think little of the dangers, in contemplation of the courage in thee. Lo, if vengeance and ambition spur thee so, how will not love when added to the two?' Then said she, 'As to the enchantments and spells that shall overreach him, and as to the blade wherewith to shear him?' Feshnavat exclaimed, 'Yonder 's indeed where we stumble and are tripped at starting.' But she cried, 'What if I know of a sword that nought on earth or under resisteth, and before the keen edge of which all Illusions and Identicals are as summer grass to the scythe?'