When the night came and all the folk had dispersed and gone each his own way, the Khalif said to his Vizier, ‘Come, O Jaafer, let us go and amuse ourselves by looking on the other Khalif.’ At this, Jaafer and Mesrour laughed, and the three, donning merchants’ habits, went out at the privy gate and made their way through the city, in great glee, till they came to the Tigris, where they found the boatman sitting, waiting for them. They embarked with him in the boat and had not sat long, before up came the mock Khalif’s barge, with the cresset-bearers crying aloud as of wont, and in it two hundred white slaves other than those of the previous night. ‘O Vizier,’ exclaimed the Khalif, ‘had I heard tell of this, I had not believed it; but I have seen it with my own eyes.’ Then said he to the boatman, ‘Take these ten dinars and row us along abreast of them, for they are in the light and we in the shade, and we can see them and divert ourselves by looking on them, but they cannot see us.’ So he took the money and pushing off, followed in the shadow of the barge, till they came among the gardens and the barge cast anchor before a postern door, where they saw servants standing with a mule saddled and bridled. Here the mock Khalif landed and mounting the mule, rode away with his boon-companions, attended by his suite and preceded by the cresset-bearers crying aloud. Then Haroun and Jaafer and Mesrour landed also and making their way through the press of servants, walked on before them. Presently, the cresset- bearers espied them and seeing three strangers in merchants’ habits, misdoubted of them; so they pointed them out and caused bring them before the mock Khalif, who looked at them and said, ‘How come ye here at this hour?’ ‘O our lord,’ answered they, ‘we are foreign merchants, who arrived here this day and were out a- walking to-night, when ye came up and these men laid hands on us and brought us before thee.’ Quoth the mock Khalif, ‘Since you are strangers, no harm shall befall you; but had ye been of Baghdad, I had struck off your heads.’ Then he turned to his Vizier and said to him, ‘Take these men with thee; for they are our guests this night.’ ‘I hear and obey, O our lord,’ answered he; and they followed him, till they came to a lofty and splendid palace of curious ordinance, such as no king possesses, rising from the dust and laying hold upon the marges of the clouds. Its door was of teak, inlaid with glittering gold, and by it one passed into a saloon, amiddleward which was a basin of water, with an artificial fountain rising from its midst. It was furnished with carpets and cushions and divans of brocade and tables and other gear such as amazed the wit and defied description. There, also, was a curtain drawn, and upon the door were written these two verses:
A palace, upon it be blessing and greeting and grace! Fair
fortune hath put off her beauty to brighten the place.
Therein are all manner of marvels and rarities found; The penmen
are puzzled in story its charms to retrace.
The mock Khalif entered with his company and sat down on a throne of gold, set with jewels and covered with a prayer-carpet of yellow silk; whilst the boon-companions took their seats and the sword-bearer stood before him. Then the servants laid the tables and they ate and washed their hands, after which the dishes were removed and the wine-service set on, with cups and flagons in due order. The cup went round till it came to Er Reshid, who refused it, and the mock Khalif said to Jaafer, ‘What ails thy friend that he drinks not?’ ‘O our lord,’ replied the Vizier, ‘this long while he hath drunk no wine.’ Quoth the mock Khalif, ‘I have drink other than this, a kind of apple-wine, that will suit him.’ So he let bring apple-sherbet and said to Haroun, ‘Drink thou of this, as often as it comes to thy turn.’ Then they continued to drink and make merry, till the wine rose to their heads and mastered their wits; and Haroun said to Jaafer, ‘O Jaafer, by Allah, we have no such vessels as these. Would God I knew what manner of man this is!’ Presently, the young man glanced at them and seeing them talking privily, said, ‘It is unmannerly to whisper.’ ‘No rudeness was meant,’ answered Jaafer. ‘My friend did but say to me, “Verily, I have travelled in most countries and have caroused and companied with the greatest of kings and captains; yet never saw I a goodlier ordinance than this nor passed a more delightful night; save that the people of Baghdad say, ‘Drink without music often leaves headache.’”’ When the mock Khalif heard this, he smiled merrily and struck a gong with a rod he had in his hand; whereupon a door opened and out came an eunuch, bearing a stool of ivory, inlaid with glittering gold, and followed by a damsel of surpassing beauty and symmetry. He set down the stool and the damsel seated herself on it, as she were the sun shining in the cloudless sky. In her hand she had a lute of Indian make, which she laid in her lap and bending over it as a mother bends over her child, preluded in four-and-twenty modes, amazing all wits. Then she returned to the first mode and sang the following verses to a lively measure:
The tongue of passion in my heart bespeaketh thee of me And
giveth thee to know that I enamoured am of thee.
The burning of an anguished heart is witness to my pain And
ulcerated eyes and tears that flow incessantly.
I had no knowledge what Love was, before the love of thee; But
God’s forewritten ordinance o’ertaketh all that be.
When the mock Khalif heard this, he gave a great cry and rent his robe to the skirt, whereupon they let down a curtain over him and brought him a fresh robe, handsomer than the first. He put it on and sat as before, till the cup came round to him, when he struck the gong a second time and behold, a door opened and out came an eunuch with a chair of gold, followed by a damsel handsomer than the first, bearing a lute, such as mortified the heart of the envious. She sat down on the chair and sang to the lute these verses:
Ah, how can I be patient, when longing in my soul Flames high and
from mine eyelids the tears in torrents roll?
Life hath no sweet, by Allah, wherein I may rejoice. How shall a
heart be joyous, that’s all fulfilled of dole?
No sooner did the youth hear this than he gave a great cry and rent his clothes to the skirt; whereupon they let down the curtain over him and brought him another dress. He put it on and sitting up as before, fell again to cheerful talk, till the cup came round to him, when he smote once more upon the gong and out came an eunuch with a chair, followed by a damsel fairer than she who had foregone her. So she sat down on the chair, with a lute in her hand, and sang thereto the following verses:
Have done with your disdain and leave to make me rue; For, by
your life, my heart to you was ever true!
Have ruth on one distraught, the bondslave of your love, Sorry
and sick and full of longings ever new.
Sickness, for passion’s stress, hath wasted him to nought, And
still for your consent to Allah he doth sue.
O ye full moons, whose place of sojourn is my heart, Amongst the
human race whom can I choose but you?
At this the young man gave a great cry and rent his clothes, whereupon they let fall the curtain over him and brought him other clothes. Then he returned to his former case with his boon- companions and the cup went round as before, till it came to him, when he struck the gong a fourth time and the door opening, out came a boy, bearing a chair and followed by a damsel. He set the chair for her and she sat down upon it and taking the lute, tuned it and sang to it these verses:
When, when will separation and hatred pass away And what is past
of joyance come back to make me gay?
But yesterday, in gladness, one dwelling held us both; We saw the
enviers napping, all heedless of their prey.
But fortune played the traitor with us and sundered us, And left
our dwelling-places even as the desert grey.
Wilt have me, O my censor, be solaced for my loves? Alas, my
heart the censor, I see, will not obey!
So make an end of chiding and leave me to my love; For of my
loved one’s converse my heart is full alway.
Deem not my heart for absence forgets you night or day.
When the mock Khalif heard the girl’s song, he gave a great cry and tearing his clothes as before, fell down in a swoon; whereupon they would have let down the curtain over him, as of wont; but the cords stuck fast and Er Reshid, chancing to look at him, saw on his body the marks of beating with palm-rods and said to Jaafer, ‘By Allah, he is a handsome youth, but a foul thief!’ ‘Whence knowest thou that, O Commander of the Faithful?’ asked Jaafer, and the Khalif answered, ‘Sawst thou not the marks of whips on his sides?’ Then they let fall the curtain over him and brought him a fresh dress, which he put on and sat up as before with his courtiers. Presently, he saw the Khalif and Jaafer whispering together and said to them, ‘What is the matter, gentlemen?’ ‘Nothing, my lord,’ replied Jaafer, ‘save that my friend here, who (as is not unknown to thee) is of the merchants and hath visited all the great cities and countries of the world and foregathered with kings and men of worth, saith to me, “Verily, that which our lord the Khalif hath done this night is beyond measure extravagant, never saw I any do the like of his fashion in any country; for he hath rent four dresses, each worth a thousand dinars, and this is surely excessive extravagance.”’ ‘O man,’ replied the youth, ‘the money is my money and the stuff my stuff and this is by way of largesse to my servants and followers; for each suit that is rent belongeth to one of my boon-companions here present and I appoint him, in exchange therefor, [if it so like him,] the sum of five hundred dinars.’ ‘Well is that thou dost, O our lord!’ answered Jaafer and recited the following verses:
The virtues sure have built themselves a dwelling in thy palm;
Thou hast thy wealth to all mankind made common property.
An if the virtues’ doors were shut on us one luckless day, Thy
hand unto their locks, indeed, were even as a key.
When the young man heard these verses, he ordered Jaafer a thousand dinars and a dress of honour. Then the cup went round among them and the wine was pleasant to them; but, after awhile, the Khalif said to Jaafer, ‘Ask him of the marks on his ribs, that we may see what he will say.’ ‘Softly, O my lord,’ replied Jaafer; ‘be not hasty, for patience is more becoming.’ ‘By the life of my head and by the tomb of El Abbas,’ rejoined the Khalif, ‘except thou ask him, I will assuredly make an end of thee!’ With this the young man turned towards Jaafer and said to him, ‘What ails thee and thy friend to be whispering together? Tell me what is to do with you.’ ‘It is nothing,’ replied Jaafer; but the mock Khalif rejoined, ‘I conjure thee, by Allah, tell me what ails you and hide from me nothing of your case.’ ‘O my lord,’ answered the Vizier, ‘my companion here saw on thy sides the marks of beating with whips and rods and marvelled thereat exceedingly, saying, “How came the Khalif to be beaten?” And he would fain know the cause of this.’ When the youth heard this, he smiled and said, ‘Know that my story is wonderful and my case extraordinary; were it graven with needles on the corners of the eye, it would serve as an admonition to him who can profit by admonition.’ And he sighed and repeated the following verses:
Strange is my story and outdoes all marvels that can be. By Love
itself I swear, my ways are straitened upon me!
An ye would know my case, give ear and hearken to my tale And all
be dumb, on every side, in this our company.
Take heed unto my speech, for lo! therein a warning is; Ay, and
my words no leasing are, but naked verity.
I am a man of passion slain, the victim of desire, And she who
slew me fairer is than all the stars to see.
A bright black eye she hath, whose glance is as an Indian sword,
And from her eyebrows’ bended bows full many a shaft shoots
she.
My heart forebodes me that ‘mongst you the Khalif of the age, Our
Imam is, of high descent and noble pedigree,
And that the second of you he, that’s known as Jaafer, is, His
vizier and a vizier’s son, a lord of high degree.
Yea, and the third of you Mesrour the eunuch is, I ween, The
swordsman of his vengeance. So, if true my saying be,
I have of this my case attained to all for which I hoped And
hearts’ content from every side is come, indeed, to me.
When they heard this, Jaafer swore to him a dissembling oath that they were not those he named; whereupon he laughed and said, ‘Know, O my lords, that I am not the Commander of the Faithful and that I do but style myself thus, to get my will of the people of the city. My real name is Mohammed Ali son of Ali the Jeweller and my father was one of the chief men [of the city]. When he died, he left me great store of gold and silver and pearls and coral and rubies and chrysolites and other jewels, besides houses and lands and baths and gardens and orchards and shops and brickfields and slaves, male and female. One day, as I sat in my shop, surrounded by my slaves and servants, there came up a young lady, riding on a mule and attended by three damsels like moons. She alighted at my shop and seating herself by me, said to me, “Art thou Mohammed the jeweller?” “Yes,” answered I, “I am he, at thy service.” “Hast thou a necklace of jewels fit for me?” asked she, and I replied, “O my lady, I will show thee what I have; and if any please thee, it will be of thy slave’s good luck; if not, of his ill-fortune.” I had by me a hundred necklaces and showed them all to her; but none of them pleased her and she said, “I want a better than those I have seen.” Now I had a small necklace, that my father had bought for a hundred thousand dinars and the like whereof was not to be found with any of the great kings; so I said to her, “O my lady, I have yet one necklace of fine stones, whose like none possesseth, great or small.” “Show it me,” said she. So I showed it her and she said, “This is what I sought and what I have wished for all my life. What is its price?” Quoth I, “It cost my father a hundred thousand dinars;” and she said, “I will give thee five thousand dinars to thy profit.” “O my lady,” answered I, “the necklace and its owner are at thy service and I cannot gainsay thee [in aught].” “Not so,” rejoined she; “needs must thou have the profit, and I am still much beholden to thee.” Then she rose and mounting the mule in haste, said to me, “O my lord, in God’s name, favour us with thy company, to receive the money; for this thy day is a milk-white day with us.” So I shut the shop and accompanied her, in all security, till we came to a house, on which were manifest the signs of fortune. Its door was wrought with gold and silver and lapis lazuli, and thereon were written these verses:
Nay mourning never enter thee, I pray, O house, nor fortune e’er
thy lord bewray!
A goodly sojourn art thou to the guest, When strait on him is
every place and way.
She dismounted and entered the house, bidding me sit down on the stone bench at the door, till the money-changer should come. So I sat awhile, till presently a damsel came out to me and said, “Q my lord, enter the vestibule; for it is not seemly that thou shouldst sit at the door.” Accordingly, I entered the vestibule and sat down on the settle there. As I sat, another damsel came out and said to me, “O my lord, my mistress bids thee enter and sit down at the door of the saloon, to receive thy money.” So I entered and sat down, nor had I sat a moment, before a curtain of silk was drawn aside and I saw the lady seated on a throne of gold, with the necklace about her neck, unveiled and showing a face as it were the round of the moon. At this sight, my wit was troubled and my mind confounded, by reason of her exceeding beauty and grace; but, when she saw me, she rose and coming up to me, said, “O light of mine eyes, is every handsome one like thee pitiless to his mistress?” “O my lady,” answered I, “beauty, all of it, is in thee and is one of thine attributes.” “O jeweller,” rejoined she, “know that I love thee and can hardly credit that I have brought thee hither.” Then she bent to me and I kissed her, and she kissed me
, and drawing me towards her, pressed me to her bosom. She knew by my case that I had a mind to enjoy her; so she said to me, “O my lord, dost thou think to foregather with me unlawfully? By Allah, may he not live who would do the like of this sin and who takes pleasure in foul talk! I am a clean virgin, whom no man hath approached, nor am I unknown in the city. Knowest thou who I am?” “No, by Allah, O my lady!” replied I. Quoth she, “I am the lady Dunya, daughter of Yehya ben Khalid the Barmecide and sister of Jaafer, the Khalif’s Vizier.” When I heard this, I drew back from her, saying, “O my lady, it is no fault of mine if I have been over-bold with thee; it was thou didst encourage me to aspire to thy love, by giving me access to thee.” “No harm shall befall thee,” answered she; “and needs must thou attain thy desire in the way that is pleasing to God. I am my own mistress and the Cadi shall act as my guardian, in consenting to the marriage-contract; for it is my will that I be thy wife and thou my husband.” Then she sent for the Cadi and the witnesses and busied herself with the necessary preparations. When they came, she said to them, “Mohammed Ali ben Ali the jeweller seeks me in marriage and hath given me the necklace to my dowry; and I accept and consent.” So they drew up the contract of marriage between us; after which the servants brought the wine-service and the cups passed round, after the goodliest ordinance: and when the wine mounted to our heads, she ordered a damsel, a lute-player, to sing. So she took the lute and sang thereto the following verses:
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