If I be blessed with wealth and be not liberal with it, May my
hand wither and my foot eke paralysed remain!
Show me the niggard who hath won glory by avarice! Show me the
liberal man his own munificence hath slain!
And he said, ‘Know, O steward, it is my desire that so long as there remains in thy hands enough for my morning meal, thou trouble me not with taking care for my evening meal.’ Therewith the steward went away and Noureddin continued his extravagant way of living; and if any of his boon-companions chanced to say to him, ‘This thing is handsome,’ he would answer, ‘It is thine as a gift;’ or if another said, ‘O my lord, such and such a house is handsome,’ he would say, ‘Take it: it is thine.’ In this manner he continued to live for a whole year, giving his friends a banquet in the morning and another in the evening, till one day as they were sitting together, the damsel Enis el Jelis repeated the following verses:
Thou madest fair thy thought of Fate, when that the days were
fair, And fearedst not the unknown ills that they to thee
might bring:
The nights were fair and calm to thee; thou wert deceived by
them, For in the peace of night is born full many a
troublous thing.
Just as she had finished, there came a knocking at the door; so Noureddin rose to open it, and one of his companions followed him without his knowledge. At the door he found his steward and said to him, ‘What is the matter?’ ‘Omylord,’ replied he, ‘what I feared for thee has come to pass!’ ‘How so?’ asked Noureddin; and the steward said, ‘Know that there remains not a dirhem’s worth, less nor more, in my hands. Here are registers containing an account of the original state of thy property and the way in which thou hast spent it.’ At this, Noureddin bowed his head and exclaimed, ‘There is no power and no virtue but in God!’ When the man who had followed him secretly to spy on him heard what the steward said, he returned to his companions and said to them, ‘Look what ye do; for Noureddin Ali is bankrupt.’ When Noureddin returned, they read trouble in his face; so one of them rose and said to him, ‘O my lord, maybe thou wilt give me leave to retire?’ ‘Why wilt thou go away to-day?’ said he. ‘My wife is brought to bed,’ replied the other; ‘and I cannot be absent from her; I wish to return and see how she does.’ So Noureddin gave him leave, whereupon another rose and said, ‘O my lord, I wish to go to my brother, for he circumcises his son to-day.’ And each made some excuse to retire, till they were all gone and Noureddin remained alone. Then he called his slave-girl and said to her, ‘O Enis el Jelis, hast thou seen what has befallen me?’ And he related to her what the steward had told him. ‘O my lord,’ replied she, ‘some nights ago I had it in my mind to speak with thee of this matter; but I heard thee reciting the following verses:
If fortune be lavish to thee, look thou be lavish with it Unto
all classes of men, ere it escapes from thy hand!
Munificence will not undo it, whilst it is constant to thee, Nor,
when it turneth away, will avarice force it to stand.
When I heard thee speak thus, I held my peace and cared not to say aught to thee.’ ‘O Enis el Jelis,’ said Noureddin, ‘thou knowest that I have not expended my substance but on my friends, who have beggared me, and I think they will not leave me without help.’ ‘By Allah,’ replied she, ‘they will not profit thee in aught.’ Said he, ‘I will rise at once and go to them and knock at their doors: maybe I shall get of them somewhat with which I may trade and leave pleasure and merry-making.’ So he rose and repaired to a certain street, where all his ten comrades lived. He went up to the first door and knocked, whereupon a maid came out and said, ‘Who art thou?’ ‘Tell thy master,’ replied he, ‘that Noureddin Ali stands at the door and says to him, “Thy slave kisses thy hands and awaits thy bounty.”’ The girl went in and told her master, who cried out at her, saying, ‘Go back and tell him that I am not at home.’ So she returned and said to Noureddin, ‘O my lord, my master is from home.’ With this, he went away, saying to himself, ‘Though this fellow be a whoreson knave and deny himself, another may not be so.’ Then he came to the second door and sent in a like message to the master of the house, who denied himself as the first had done, whereupon Noureddin repeated the following verse:
They’re gone who, if before their door thou didst arrest thy feet, Would on thy poverty bestow both flesh and roasted meat.
And said ‘By Allah, I must try them all: there may be one amongst them who will stand me in the stead of the rest.’ So he went round to all the ten, but not one of them opened his door to him or showed himself to him or broke a cake of bread in his face; whereupon he repeated the following verses:
A man in time of affluence is like unto a tree, Round which the
folk collect, as long as fruit thereon they see,
Till, when its burden it hath cast, they turn from it away, Leave
it to suffer heat and dust and all inclemency.
Out on the people of this age! perdition to them all! Since not a
single one of ten is faithful found to be.
Then he returned to his slave-girl, and indeed his concern was doubled, and she said to him, ‘O my lord, did I not tell thee that they would not profit thee aught?’ ‘By Allah,’ replied he, ‘not one of them would show me his face or take any notice of me!’ ‘O my lord! said she, ‘sell some of the furniture and household stuff, little by little, and live on the proceed, against God the Most High provide.’ So he sold all that was in the house, till there was nothing left, when he turned to her and said, ‘What is to be done now?’ ‘O my lord,’ replied she, ‘it is my advice that thou rise and take me down to the market and sell me. Thou knowest that thy father bought me for ten thousand dinars; perhaps God may help thee to near that price, and if it be His will that we be reunited, we shall meet again.’ ‘O Enis el Jelis,’ replied Noureddin, ‘by Allah, I cannot endure to be parted from thee for a single hour!’ ‘By Allah, O my lord,’ rejoined she, ‘nor is it easy to me; but necessity compels, as says the poet:
Necessity in life oft drives one into ways That to the courteous mind are foreign and abhorred. We do not trust our weight unto a rope, unless It be to do some thing adapted to the cord.’
With this, he rose to his feet and took her, whilst the tears streamed down his cheeks like rain and he recited with the tongue of the case what follows:
Stay and vouchsafe me one more look before our parting hour, To
soothe the anguish of a heart well-nigh for reverence slain!
Yet, if it irk thee anywise to grant my last request, Far rather
let me die of love than cause thee aught of pain!
Then he went down to the market and delivered the damsel to a broker, to whom he said, ‘O Hajj Hassan, I would have thee note the value of her thou hast to offer for sale!’ ‘O my lord Noureddin,’ replied the broker, ‘I have not forgotten my business. Is not this Enis el Jelis, whom thy father bought of me for ten thousand dinars?’ ‘Yes,’ said Noureddin. Then the broker went round to the merchants, but found they were not all assembled; so he waited till the rest had arrived and the market was full of all kinds of female slaves, Turks and Franks and Circassians and Abyssinians and Nubians and Egyptians and Tartars and Greeks and Georgians and others; when he came forward and said, ‘O merchants! O men of wealth! every round thing is not a walnut nor every long thing a banana; every thing red is not meat nor everything white fat. O merchants, I have here this unique pearl, this unvalued jewel! What price shall I set on her?’ ‘Say four thousand five hundred dinars,’ cried one. So the broker opened the biddings for her at that sum and as he was yet calling, behold, the Vizier Muin ben Sawa passed through the market and seeing Noureddin standing in a corner, said to himself, ‘What doth the son of Khacan here? Has this gallows-bird aught left to buy girls withal?’ Then he looked round and seeing the broker crying out and the merchants round him, said to himself, ‘Doubtless he is ruined and has brought the damsel Enis e
l Jelis hither to sell her! What a solace to my heart!’ Then he called the crier, who came up and kissed the ground before him, and he said to him, ‘Show me the girl thou art crying for sale.’ The broker dared not cross him, so he answered, ‘O my lord, in the name of God!’ And brought the damsel and showed her to him. She pleased him and he said, ‘O Hassan, what is bidden for this damsel?’ ‘Four thousand five hundred dinars,’ replied the broker, ‘as an upset price.’ Quoth the Vizier, ‘I take that bid on myself.’ When the merchants heard this, they hung back and dared not bid another dirhem, knowing what they did of the Vizier’s tyranny. Then Muin looked at the broker and said to him, ‘What ails thee to stand still? Go and offer four thousand dinars for her, and the five hundred shall be for thyself.’ So the broker went to Noureddin and said to him, ‘O my lord, thy slave is gone for nothing!’ ‘How so?’ said he. The broker answered, ‘We had opened the biddings for her at four thousand five hundred dinars, when that tyrant Muin ben Sawa passed through the market and when he saw the damsel, she pleased him and he said to me, “Call me the buyer for four thousand dinars, and thou shalt have five hundred for thyself.” I doubt not but he knows she belongs to thee, and if he would pay thee down her price at once, it were well; but I know, of his avarice and upright, he will give thee a written order on some of his agents and will send after thee to say to them, “Give him nothing.” So as often as thou shalt go to seek the money, they will say, “We will pay thee presently,” and so they will put thee off day after day, for all thy high spirit, till at last, when they are tired of thine importunity, they will say, “Show us the bill.” Then, as soon as they get hold of it, they will tear it up, and so thou wilt lose the girl’s price.’ When Noureddin heard this, he looked at the broker and said to him, ‘What is to be done?’ ‘I will give thee a counsel,’ answered he, ‘which if thou follow, it will be greatly to thine advantage.’ ‘What is that?’ asked Noureddin. ‘Do thou come to me presently,’ said the broker, ‘when I am standing in the midst of the market and taking the girl from my hand, give her a cuff and say to her, “O baggage, I have kept my vow and brought thee down to the market, because I swore that I would put thee up for sale and make the brokers cry thee.” If thou do this, it may be the device will impose upon the Vizier and the folk, and they will believe that thou broughtest her not to the market but for the quittance of thine oath.’ ‘This is a good counsel,’ said Noureddin. Then the broker left him and returning to the midst of the market, took the damsel by the hand; then beckoned to Muin and said to him, ‘O my lord, here comes her owner.’ With this up came Noureddin and snatching the girl from the broker, gave her a cuff and said to her, ‘Out on thee, thou baggage! I have brought thee down to the market for the quittance of my oath; so now begone home and look that thou cross me not again. Out on thee! do I need thy price, that I should sell thee? The furniture of my house would fetch many times thy value, if I sold it.’ When Muin saw this, he said to Noureddin, ‘Out on thee! Hast thou aught left to sell?’ And he made to lay violent hands on him; but the merchants interposed, for they all loved Noureddin, and the latter said to them, ‘Behold, I am in your hands, and ye all know his tyranny!’ ‘By Allah,’ exclaimed the Vizier, ‘but for you, I would have killed him!’ Then all the merchants signed to Noureddin with their eyes as who should say, ‘Work thy will of him; not one of us will come betwixt him and thee.’ Whereupon Noureddin, who was a stout-hearted fellow, went up to the Vizier and dragging him from his saddle, threw him to the ground. Now there was in that place a mortar-pit, into the midst of which he fell, and Noureddin fell to cuffing and pummelling him, and one of the blows smote his teeth, dyeing his beard with his blood. There were with the Vizier ten armed slaves, who, seeing their master thus evil entreated, clapped their hands to their swords and would have drawn them and fallen on Noureddin, to kill him; but the bystanders said to them, ‘This is a Vizier and that a Vizier’s son; it may be they will make peace with one another anon, in which case you will have gotten the hatred of both of them. Or a blow may fall on your lord, and you will all die the foulest of deaths; so you would do wisely not to interfere.’ So they held aloof and when Noureddin had made an end of beating the Vizier, he took his slave-girl and went home; and Muin rose, with his white clothes dyed of three colours with black mud, red blood and ashes. When he saw himself in this plight, he put a halter round his neck and taking a bundle of coarse grass in either hand, went up to the palace and standing under the King’s windows, cried out, ‘O King of the age, I am a man aggrieved!’ So they brought him before the Sultan, who looked at him and knowing him for his chief Vizier, asked who had entreated him thus. Whereupon he wept and sobbed and repeated the following verses:
Shall fortune oppress me, and that in thy day, O King? Shall
wolves devour me, whilst thou art a lion proud?
Shall all that are thirsty drink of thy water-tanks And shall I
thirst in thy courts, whilst thou art a rain-fraught cloud?
‘O my lord,’ continued he, ‘thus fare all who love and serve thee.’ ‘Make haste,’ said the Sultan, ‘and tell me how this happened and who hath dealt thus with thee, whose honour is a part of my own honour.’ ‘Know then, O my lord,’ replied the Vizier, ‘that I went out this day to the slave-market to buy me a cook-maid, when I saw in the bazaar a damsel, whose like for beauty I never beheld. She pleased me and I thought to buy her for our lord the Sultan; so I asked the broker of her and her owner, and he replied, “She belongs to Noureddin Ali son of Fezl ben Khacan.” Now our lord the Sultan aforetime gave his father ten thousand dinars to buy him a handsome slave-girl, and he bought therewith this damsel, who pleased him, so that he grudged her to our lord the Sultan and gave her to his own son. When Fezl died, his son sold all that he possessed of houses and gardens and household stuff and squandered the price, till he became penniless. Then he brought the girl down to the market, to sell her, and handed her to the broker, who cried her and the merchants bid for her, till her price reached four thousand dinars; whereupon I said to myself, “I will buy her for our lord the Sultan, for it was his money that paid for her.” So I said to Noureddin, “O my son, sell her to me for four thousand dinars.” He looked at me and replied, “O pestilent old man, I will sell her to a Jew or a Christian rather than to thee!” “I do not buy her for myself,” said I, “but for our lord and benefactor the Sultan.” When he heard my words, he flew into a passion and dragging me off my horse, for all I am an old man, beat me till he left me as thou seest; and all this has befallen me but because I thought to buy the girl for thee.’ Then the Vizier threw himself on the ground and lay there, weeping and trembling. When the Sultan saw his condition and heard his story, the vein of anger started out between his eyes, and he turned to his guards, who stood before him, forty swordsmen, and said to them, ‘Go down at once to the house of Noureddin ben Fezl, and sack it and raze it; then take him and the damsel and drag them hither with their hands bound behind them.’ ‘We hear and obey,’ answered they: and arming themselves, set out for Noureddin’s house. Now there was with the Sultan a man called Ilmeddin Senjer, who had aforetime been servant to Noureddin’s father Fezl ben Khacan, but had left his service for that of the Sultan, who had advanced him to be one of his chamberlains. When he heard the Sultan’s order and saw the enemies intent upon killing his master’s son, it was grievous to him; so he went out from before the Sultan and mounting his steed, rode to Noureddin’s house and knocked at the door. Noureddin came out and knowing him, would have saluted him: but he said, ‘O my lord, this is no time for greeting or converse.’ ‘O Ilmeddin,’ asked Noureddin, ‘what is the matter?’ ‘Arise and flee for your lives, thou and the damsel,’ replied he: ‘for Muin ben Sawa hath laid a snare for you; and if you fall into his hands, he will kill you. The Sultan hath despatched forty swordsmen against you and I counsel you flee ere evil overtake you.’ Then Senjer put his hand to his pouch and finding there forty dinars, took them and gave them to Noureddin, saying, ‘O my lord, take these a
nd journey with them. If I had more, I would give them to thee; but this is no time to take exception.’ So Noureddin went in to the damsel and told her what had happened, at which she wrung her hands. Then they went out at once from the city, and God let down the veil of His protection over them, so that they reached the river-bank, where they found a ship about to sail. Her captain stood in the waist, saying, ‘Whoso has aught to do, whether in the way of victualling or taking leave of his friends, or who has forgotten any necessary thing, let him do it at once and return, for we are about to sail.’ And every one said, ‘O captain, we have nothing left to do.’ Whereupon he cried out to his crew, saying, ‘Ho, there! cast off the moorings and pull up the pickets!’ Quoth Noureddin, ‘Whither bound, O captain?’ ‘To the Abode of Peace, Baghdad,’ replied he. So Noureddin and the damsel embarked with him, and they launched out and spread the sails, and the ship sped forth, as she were a bird in full flight, even as says right well the poet:
Look at a ship, how ravishing a sight she is and fair! In her
swift course she doth outstrip the breezes of the air.
She seems as ‘twere a scudding bird that, lighting from the sky,
Doth on the surface of the stream with outspread pinions
fare.
Meanwhile the King’s officers came to Noureddin’s house and breaking open the doors, entered and searched the whole place, but could find no trace of him and the damsel; so they demolished the house and returning to the Sultan, told him what they had done; whereupon he said, ‘Make search for them, wherever they are!’ And they answered, ‘We hear and obey.’ Then he bestowed upon the Vizier Muin a dress of honour and said to him, ‘None shall avenge thee but myself.’ So Muin’s heart was comforted and he wished the King long life and returned to his own house. Then the Sultan caused proclamation to be made in the town, saying, ‘O all ye people! It is the will of our lord the Sultan that whoso happens on Noureddin Ali ben Khacan and brings him to the Sultan shall receive a dress of honour and a thousand dinars, and he who conceals him or knows his abiding-place and informs not thereof, deserves the exemplary punishment that shall befall him.’ So search was made for Noureddin, but they could find neither trace nor news of him; and meantime he and the damsel sailed on with a fair wind, till they arrived safely at Baghdad and the captain said to them, ‘This is Baghdad, and it is a city of safety: the winter hath departed from it, with its cold, and the season of the Spring is come, with its roses; its trees are in blossom and its streams flowing.’ So Noureddin landed, he and the damsel, and giving the captain five dinars, walked on awhile, till chance brought them among the gardens and they came to a place swept and sprinkled, with long benches on either hand and hanging pots full of water. Overhead was a trelliswork of canes shading the whole length of the alley, and at the further end was the door of a garden; but this was shut. ‘By Allah,’ said Noureddin to the damsel, ‘this is a pleasant place!’ And she answered, ‘O my lord, let us sit down on these benches and rest awhile.’ So they mounted and sat down on the benches, after having washed their faces and hands; and the air smote on them and they fell asleep, glory be to Him who never sleeps! Now the garden in question was called the Garden of Delight and therein stood a pavilion called the Pavilion of Pictures, belonging to the Khalif Haroun er Reshid, who used, when sad at heart, to repair thither and there sit. In this pavilion were fourscore windows and fourscore hanging lamps and in the midst a great chandelier of gold. When the Khalif entered, he was wont to have all the windows opened and to order his boon-companion Isaac ben Ibrahim and the slave-girls to sing, till his care left him and his heart was lightened. Now the keeper of the garden was an old man by name Gaffer Ibrahim, and he had found, from time to time, on going out on his occasions, idlers taking their case with courtezans in the alley leading to the door of the garden, at which he was sore enraged; so he complained to the Khalif, who said, ‘Whomsoever thou findest at the door of the garden, do with him as thou wilt.’ As chance would have it, he had occasion to go abroad that very day and found these two sleeping at the gate, covered with one veil; whereupon, ‘By Allah,’ said he, ‘this is fine! These two know not that the Khalif has given me leave to kill any one whom I may catch at the door of the garden: but I will give them a sound drubbing, that none may come near the gate in future.’ So he cut a green palm-stick and went out to them and raising his arm, till the whiteness of his armpit appeared, was about to lay on to them, when he bethought himself and said, ‘O Ibrahim, wilt thou beat them, knowing not their case? Maybe they are strangers or wayfarers, and destiny hath led them hither. I will uncover their faces and look on them.’ So he lifted up the veil from their faces and said, ‘They are a handsome pair! It were not fitting that I should beat them.’ Then he covered their faces again, and going to Noureddin’s feet, began to rub them, whereupon the young man awoke, and seeing an old man of venerable appearance rubbing his feet, was abashed and drawing them in, sat up; then took Ibrahim’s hand and kissed it. Quoth the old man, ‘O my son, whence art thou?’ ‘O my lord,’ replied Noureddin, ‘we are strangers.’ And the tears started to his eyes. ‘O my son,’ said Ibrahim, ‘know that the Prophet (whom God bless and preserve!) hath charged us to be hospitable to strangers. Wilt thou not rise, O my son, and pass into the garden and take thy pleasure therein and gladden thy heart?’ ‘O my lord,’ said Noureddin, ‘to whom does the garden belong?’ And he replied, ‘O my son, I inherited it from my family.’ Now his object in saying this was to put them at their ease and induce them to enter the garden. So Noureddin thanked him and rose, he and the damsel, and followed him into the garden. They entered through a gateway, vaulted like a gallery and overhung with vines bearing grapes of various colours, the red like rubies and the black like ebony, and passing under a bower of trellised boughs, found themselves in a garden, and what a garden! There were fruit-trees growing singly and in clusters and birds warbling melodiously on the branches, whilst the thousand-voiced nightingale repeated the various strains: the turtle-dove filled the place with her cooing, and there sang the blackbird, with its warble like a human voice, and the ring-dove, with her notes like a drinker exhilarated with wine. The trees were laden with all manner of ripe fruits, two of each: the apricot in its various kinds, camphor and almond and that of Khorassan, the plum, whose colour is as that of fair women, the cherry, that does away discoloration of the teeth, and the fig of three colours, red and white and green. There bloomed the flower of the bitter orange, as it were pearls and coral, the rose whose redness puts to shame the cheeks of the fair, the violet, like sulphur on fire by night, the myrtle, the gillyflower, the lavender, the peony and the blood-red anemone. The leaves were jewelled with the tears of the clouds; the camomile smiled with her white petals like a lady’s teeth, and the narcissus looked at the rose with her negro’s eyes: the citrons shone like cups and the limes like balls of gold, and the earth was carpeted with flowers of all colours; for the Spring was come and the place beamed with its brightness; whilst the birds sang and the stream rippled and the breeze blew softly, for the attemperance of the air. Ibrahim carried them up into the pavilion, and they gazed on its beauty and on the lamps aforesaid in the windows; and Noureddin called to mind his banquetings of time past and said, ‘By Allah, this is a charming place!’ Then they sat down and the gardener set food before them; and they ate their fill and washed their hands; after which Noureddin went up to one of the windows and calling the damsel, fell to gazing on the trees laden with all manner of fruits. Then he turned to the gardener and said to him, ‘O Gaffer Ibrahim, hast thou no drink here, for folk use to drink after eating?’ The old man brought him some fresh sweet cold water, but he said, ‘This is not the kind of drink I want.’ ‘Belike,’ said Ibrahim, ‘thou wishest for wine?’ ‘I do,’ replied Noureddin. ‘God preserve me from it!’ said the old man. ‘It is thirteen years since I did this thing, for the Prophet (whom God bless and preserve!) cursed its drinker, its presser, its seller and its carrier.’ ‘Hear two words from me,’ said N
oureddin. ‘Say on,’ replied Ibrahim. ‘If,’ said Noureddin, ‘that unlucky ass there be cursed, will any part of the curse fall on thee?’ ‘Not so,’ replied the old man. ‘Then,’ said Noureddin, ‘take this dinar and these two dirhems and mount the ass and stop at a distance (from the wineshop); then call the first man thou seest buying, and say to him, “Take these two dirhems and buy me this dinar’s worth of wine and set it on the ass.” Thus thou wilt be neither the purchaser nor the carrier of the wine and no part of the curse will fall on thee.’ At this the gardener laughed and said, ‘O my son, never have I seen one readier-witted than thou nor heard aught sweeter than thy speech.’ So he did as Noureddin had said, and the latter thanked him, saying, ‘We are dependent on thee, and it is only fitting that thou comply with our wishes; so bring us what we require.’ ‘O my son,’ replied he, ‘there is my buttery before thee.’ (Now this was the store-room provided for the Commander of the Faithful.) Enter and take what thou wilt; there is more there than thou needest.’ So Noureddin entered the pantry and found therein vessels of gold and silver and crystal, incrusted with all kinds of jewels, and was amazed and delighted at what he saw. Then he took what he wanted and set it on and poured the wine into flagons and decanters, whilst Ibrahim brought them fruits and flowers and withdrew and sat down at a distance. So they drank and made merry, till the wine got the mastery of them, so that their cheeks flushed and their eyes sparkled and their hair became dishevelled. Then said Ibrahim to himself, ‘What ails me to sit apart? Why should I not sit with them? When shall I find myself in company with the like of these two, who are like two moons?’ So he came and sat down at the corner of the dais, and Noureddin said to him, ‘O my lord, my life on thee, come and sit with us!’ So he came and sat by them, and Noureddin filled a cup and said to him, ‘Drink, that thou mayst know the flavour of it.’ ‘God forbid!’ replied he. ‘I have not done such a thing these thirteen years.’ Noureddin did not press him, but drank off the cup, and throwing himself on the ground, feigned to be overcome with drunkenness. Then said the damsel, ‘O Gaffer Ibrahim, see how he serves me!’ ‘O my lady,’ replied he, ‘what ails him?’ ‘This is how he always treats me,’ said she; ‘he drinks awhile, then falls asleep and leaves me alone, with none to bear me company over my cup nor to whom I may sing whilst he drinks.’ ‘By Allah,’ said he (and indeed her words touched his heart and made his soul incline to her), ‘this is not well!’ Then she looked at him and filling a cup said to him, ‘I conjure thee, on my life, not to refuse me, but take this cup and drink it off and solace my heart.’ So he took it and drank it off and she filled a second cup and set it on the chandelier, saying, ‘O my lord, there is still this one left for thee.’ ‘By Allah, I cannot take it,’ answered he; ‘that which I have drunk suffices me.’ ‘By Allah,’ said she, ‘thou must indeed drink it.’ So he took the cup and drank; and she filled him a third cup, which he took and was about to drink, when behold, Noureddin opened his eyes and sitting up, exclaimed, ‘Hello, Gaffer Ibrahim, what is this? Did I not adjure thee just now, and thou refusedst, saying, “I have not done such a thing these thirteen years”?’ ‘By Allah,’ replied he (and indeed he was abashed), ‘it is her fault, not mine.’ Noureddin laughed and they sat down again to carouse, but the damsel turned to Noureddin and whispered to him, ‘O my lord, drink and do not press him, and I will show thee some sport with him.’ Then she began to fill her master’s cup and he to fill to her, and so they did time after time, till at last Ibrahim looked at them and said, ‘What manner of good fellowship is this? God’s malison on the glutton who keeps the cup to himself! Why dost thou not give me to drink, O my brother? What manners are these, O Blessed One!’ At this they laughed till they fell backward; then they drank and gave him to drink and ceased not to carouse thus, till a third part of the night was past. Then said the damsel, ‘O Gaffer Ibrahim, with thy leave, I will light one of these candles.’ ‘Do so,’ said he; ‘but light no more then one.’ So she rose and beginning with one candle, lighted fourscore and sat down again. Presently Noureddin said, ‘O Gaffer Ibrahim, how stands my favour with thee? May I not light one of these lamps ?’ ‘Light one,’ replied he, ‘and plague me no more.’ So Noureddin rose and lighted one lamp after another, till he had lighted the whole eighty and the palace seemed to dance with light. Quoth Ibrahim (and indeed intoxication had mastered him), ‘Ye are more active than I.’ Then he rose and opened all the windows and sat down again; and they fell to carousing and reciting verses, till the place rang with their mirth.
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