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The Story of Noureddin and the Fair Persian
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Balsora was the capital of a kingdom long
tributary to the caliph. During the time of the Caliph Haroun-al-Raschid the
king of Balsora, who was his cousin, was called Zinebi. Not thinking one vizir
enough for the administration of his estates he had two, named Khacan and Saouy.
Khacan was kind, generous, and liberal, and took pleasure in obliging, as far as
in him lay, those who had business with him. Throughout the entire kingdom there
was no one who did not esteem and praise him as he deserved.
Saouy was quite a different character, and repelled everyone with whom he came
in contact; he was always gloomy, and, in spite of his great riches, so miserly
that he denied himself even the necessaries of life. What made him particularly
detested was the great aversion he had to Khacan, of whom he never ceased to
speak evil to the king.
One day, while the king amused himself talking with his two vizirs and other
members of the council, the conversation turned on female slaves. While some
declared that it sufficed for a slave to be beautiful, others, and Khacan was
among the number, maintained that beauty alone was not enough, but that it must
be accompanied by wit, wisdom, modesty, and, if possible, knowledge.
The king not only declared himself to be of this opinion, but charged Khacan to
procure him a slave who should fulfil all these conditions. Saouy, who had been
of the opposite side, and was jealous of the honour done to Khacan, said, "Sire,
it will be very difficult to find a slave as accomplished as your Majesty
desires, and, if she is to be found, she will be cheap if she cost less than
10,000 gold pieces."
"Saouy," answered the king, "you seem to find that a very great sum. For you it
may be so, but not for me."
And forthwith he ordered his grand treasurer, who was present, to send 10,000
gold pieces to Khacan for the purchase of the slave.
As soon, then, as Khacan returned home he sent for the dealers in female slaves,
and charged them directly they had found such a one as he described to inform
him. They promised to do their utmost, and no day passed that they did not bring
a slave for his inspection but none was found without some defect.
At length, early one morning, while Khacan was on his way to the king's palace,
a dealer, throwing himself in his way, announced eagerly that a Persian
merchant, arrived late the previous evening, had a slave to sell whose wit and
wisdom were equal to her incomparable beauty.
Khacan, overjoyed at this news, gave orders that the slave should be brought for
his inspection on his return from the palace. The dealer appearing at the
appointed hour, Khacan found the slave beautiful beyond his expectations, and
immediately gave her the name of "The Fair Persian."
Being a man of great wisdom and learning, he perceived in the short conversation
he had with her that he would seek in vain another slave to surpass her in any
of the qualities required by the king, and therefore asked the dealer what price
the merchant put upon her.
"Sir," was the answer, "for less than 10,000 gold pieces he will not let her go;
he declares that, what with masters for her instruction, and for bodily
exercises, not to speak of clothing and nourishment, he has already spent that
sum upon her. She is in every way fit to be the slave of a king; she plays every
musical instrument, she sings, she dances, she makes verses, in fact there is no
accomplishment in which she does not excel."
Khacan, who was better able to judge of her merits than the dealer, wishing to
bring the matter to a conclusion, sent for the merchant, and said to him, "It is
not for myself that I wish to buy your slave, but for the king. Her price,
however, is too high."
"Sir," replied the merchant, "I should esteem it an honour to present her to his
Majesty, did it become a merchant to do such a thing. I ask no more than the sum
it has cost me to make her such as she is."
Khacan, not wishing to bargain, immediately had the sum counted out, and given
to the merchant, who before withdrawing said:
"Sir, as she is destined for the king, I would have you observe that she is
extremely tired with the long journey, and before presenting her to his Majesty
you would do well to keep her a fortnight in your own house, and to see that a
little care is bestowed upon her. The sun has tanned her complexion, but when
she has been two or three times to the bath, and is fittingly dressed, you will
see how much her beauty will be increased."
Khacan thanked the merchant for his advice, and determined to follow it. He gave
the beautiful Persian an apartment near to that of his wife, whom he charged to
treat her as befitting a lady destined for the king, and to order for her the
most magnificent garments.
Before bidding adieu to the fair Persian, he said to her: "No happiness can be
greater than what I have procured for you; judge for yourself, you now belong to
the king. I have, however, to warn you of one thing. I have a son, who, though
not wanting in sense, is young, foolish, and headstrong, and I charge you to
keep him at a distance."
The Persian thanked him for his advice, and promised to profit by it.
Noureddin--for so the vizir's son was named--went freely in and out of his
mother's apartments. He was young, well-made and agreeable, and had the gift of
charming all with whom he came in contact. As soon as he saw the beautiful
Persian, though aware that she was destined for the king, he let himself be
carried away by her charms, and determined at once to use every means in his
power to retain her for himself. The Persian was equally captivated by Noureddin,
and said to herself: "The vizir does me too great honour in buying me for the
king. I should esteem myself very happy if he would give me to his son."
Noureddin availed himself of every opportunity to gaze upon her beauty, to talk
and laugh with her, and never would have left her side if his mother had not
Some time having elapsed, on account of the long journey, since the beautiful
Persian had been to the bath, five or six days after her purchase the vizir's
wife gave orders that the bath should be heated for her, and that her own female
slaves should attend her there, and after-wards should array her in a
magnificent dress that had been prepared for her.
Her toilet completed, the beautiful Persian came to present herself to the
vizir's wife, who hardly recognised her, so greatly was her beauty increased.
Kissing her hand, the beautiful slave said: "Madam, I do not know how you find
me in this dress that you have had prepared for me; your women assure me that it
suits me so well that they hardly knew me. If it is the truth they tell me, and
not flattery, it is to you I owe the transformation."
"My daughter," answered the vizir's wife, "they do not flatter you. I myself
hardly recognised you. The improvement is not due to the dress alone, but
largely to the beautifying effects of the bath. I am so struck by its results,
that I would try it on myself."
Acting forthwith on this decision she ordered two little slaves during her
absence to watch over the beautiful Persian, and not to allow Noureddin to enter
should he come.
She had no sooner gone than he arrived, and not finding his mother in her
apartment, would have sought her in that of the Persian. The two little slaves
barred the entrance, saying that his mother had given orders that he was not to
be admitted. Taking each by an arm, he put them out of the anteroom, and shut
the door. Then they rushed to the bath, informing their mistress with shrieks
and tears that Noureddin had driven them away by force and gone in.
This news caused great consternation to the lady, who, dressing herself as
quickly as possible, hastened to the apartment of the fair Persian, to find that
Noureddin had already gone out. Much astonished to see the vizir's wife enter in
tears, the Persian asked what misfortune had happened.
"What!" exclaimed the lady, "you ask me that, knowing that my son Noureddin has
been alone with you?"
"But, madam," inquired the Persian, "what harm is there in that?"
"How! Has my husband not told you that you are destined for the king?"
"Certainly, but Noureddin has just been to tell me that his father has changed
his mind and has bestowed me upon him. I believed him, and so great is my
affection for Noureddin that I would willingly pass my life with him."
"Would to heaven," exclaimed the wife of the vizir, "that what you say were
true; but Noureddin has deceived you, and his father will sacrifice him in
vengeance for the wrong he has done."
So saying, she wept bitterly, and all her slaves wept with her.
Khacan, entering shortly after this, was much astonished to find his wife and
her slaves in tears, and the beautiful Persian greatly perturbed. He inquired
the cause, but for some time no answer was forthcoming. When his wife was at
length sufficiently calm to inform him of what had happened, his rage and
mortification knew no bounds. Wringing his hands and rending his beard, he
"Wretched son! thou destroyest not only thyself but thy father. The king will
shed not only thy blood but mine." His wife tried to console him, saying: "Do
not torment thyself. With the sale of my jewels I will obtain 10,000 gold
pieces, and with this sum you will buy another slave."
"Do not suppose," replied her husband, "that it is the loss of the money that
affects me. My honour is at stake, and that is more precious to me than all my
wealth. You know that Saouy is my mortal enemy. He will relate all this to the
king, and you will see the consequences that will ensue."
"My lord," said his wife, "I am quite aware of Saouy's baseness, and that he is
capable of playing you this malicious trick. But how can he or any one else know
what takes place in this house? Even if you are suspected and the king accuses
you, you have only to say that, after examining the slave, you did not find her
worthy of his Majesty. Reassure yourself, and send to the dealers, saying that
you are not satisfied, and wish them to find you another slave."
This advice appearing reasonable, Khacan decided to follow it, but his wrath
against his son did not abate. Noureddin dared not appear all that day, and
fearing to take refuge with his usual associates in case his father should seek
him there, he spent the day in a secluded garden where he was not known. He did
not return home till after his father had gone to bed, and went out early next
morning before the vizir awoke, and these precautions he kept up during an
His mother, though knowing very well that he returned to the house every
evening, dare not ask her husband to pardon him. At length she took courage and
"My lord, I know that a son could not act more basely towards his father than
Noureddin has done towards you, but after all will you now pardon him? Do you
not consider the harm you may be doing yourself, and fear that malicious people,
seeking the cause of your estrangement, may guess the real one?"
"Madam," replied the vizir, "what you say is very just, but I cannot pardon
Noureddin before I have mortified him as he deserves."
"He will be sufficiently punished," answered the lady, "if you do as I suggest.
In the evening, when he returns home, lie in wait for him and pretend that you
will slay him. I will come to his aid, and while pointing out that you only
yield his life at my supplications, you can force him to take the beautiful
Persian on any conditions you please." Khacan agreed to follow this plan, and
everything took place as arranged. On Noureddin's return Khacan pretended to be
about to slay him, but yielding to his wife's intercession, said to his son:
"You owe your life to your mother. I pardon you on her intercession, and on the
conditions that you take the beautiful Persian for your wife, and not your
slave, that you never sell her, nor put her away."
Noureddin, not hoping for so great indulgence, thanked his father, and vowed to
do as he desired. Khacan was at great pains frequently to speak to the king of
the difficulties attending the commission he had given him, but some whispers of
what had actually taken place did reach Saouy's ears.
More than a year after these events the minister took a chill, leaving the bath
while still heated to go out on important business. This resulted in
inflammation of the lungs, which rapidly increased. The vizir, feeling that his
end was at hand, sent for Noureddin, and charged him with his dying breath never
to part with the beautiful Persian.
Shortly afterwards he expired, leaving universal regret throughout the kingdom;
rich and poor alike followed him to the grave. Noureddin showed every mark of
the deepest grief at his father's death, and for long refused to see any one. At
length a day came when, one of his friends being admitted, urged him strongly to
be consoled, and to resume his former place in society. This advice Noureddin
was not slow to follow, and soon he formed little society of ten young men all
about his own age, with whom he spent all his time in continual feasting and
Sometimes the fair Persian consented to appear at these festivities, but she
disapproved of this lavish expenditure, and did not scruple to warn Noureddin of
the probable consequences. He, however, only laughed at her advice, saying, that
his father had always kept him in too great constraint, and that now he rejoiced
at his new-found liberty.
What added to the confusion in his affairs was that he refused to look into his
accounts with his steward, sending him away every time he appeared with his
"See only that I live well," he said, "and do not disturb me about anything
Not only did Noureddin's friends constantly partake of his hospitality, but in
every way they took advantage of his generosity; everything of his that they
admired, whether land, houses, baths, or any other source of his revenue, he
immediately bestowed on them. In vain the Persian protested against the wrong he
did himself; he continued to scatter with the same lavish hand.
Throughout one entire year Noureddin did nothing but amuse himself, and
dissipate the wealth his father had taken such pains to acquire. The year had
barely elapsed, when one day, as they sat at table, there came a knock at the
door. The slaves having been sent away, Noureddin went to open it himself. One
of his friends had risen at the same time, but Noureddin was before him, and
finding the intruder to be the steward, he went out and closed the door. The
friend, curious to hear what passed between them, hid himself behind the
hangings, and heard the following words:
"My lord," said the steward, "I beg a thousand pardons for interrupting you, but
what I have long foreseen has taken place. Nothing remains of the sums you gave
me for your expenses, and all other sources of income are also at end, having
been transferred by you to others. If you wish me to remain in your service,
furnish me with the necessary funds, else I must withdraw."
So great was Noureddin's consternation that he had not a word to say in reply.
The friend, who had been listening behind the curtain, immediately hastened to
communicate the news to the rest of the company.
"If this is so," they said, "we must cease to come here."
Noureddin re-entering at that moment, they plainly saw, in spite of his efforts
to dissemble, that what they had heard was the truth. One by one they rose, and
each with a different excuse left the room, till presently he found himself
alone, though little suspecting the resolution his friends had taken. Then,
seeing the beautiful Persian, he confided to her the statement of the steward,
with many expressions of regret for his own carelessness.
"Had I but followed your advice, beautiful Persian," he said, "all this would
not have happened, but at least I have this consolation, that I have spent my
fortune in the company of friends who will not desert me in an hour of need.
To-morrow I will go to them, and amongst them they will lend me a sum sufficient
to start in some business."
Accordingly next morning early Noureddin went to seek his ten friends, who all
lived in the same street. Knocking at the door of the first and chief, the slave
who opened it left him to wait in a hall while he announced his visit to his
master. "Noureddin!" he heard him exclaim quite audibly. "Tell him, every time
he calls, that I am not at home." The same thing happened at the second door,
and also at the third, and so on with all the ten. Noureddin, much mortified,
recognised too late that he had confided in false friends, who abandoned him in
his hour of need. Overwhelmed with grief, he sought consolation from the
"Alas, my lord," she said, "at last you are convinced of the truth of what I
foretold. There is now no other resource left but to sell your slaves and your
First then he sold the slaves, and subsisted for a time on the proceeds, after
that the furniture was sold, and as much of it was valuable it sufficed for some
time. Finally this resource also came to an end, and again he sought counsel
from the beautiful Persian.
"My lord," she said, "I know that the late vizir, your father, bought me for
10,000 gold pieces, and though I have diminished in value since, I should still
fetch a large sum. Do not therefore hesitate to sell me, and with the money you
obtain go and establish yourself in business in some distant town."
"Charming Persian," answered Noureddin, "how could I be guilty of such baseness?
I would die rather than part from you whom I love better than my life."
"My lord," she replied, "I am well aware of your love for me, which is only
equalled by mine for you, but a cruel necessity obliges us to seek the only
Noureddin, convinced at length of the truth of her words, yielded, and
reluctantly led her to the slave market, where, showing her to a dealer named
Hagi Hassan, he inquired her value.
Taking them into a room apart, Hagi Hassan exclaimed as soon as she had
unveiled, "My lord, is not this the slave your father bought for 10,000 pieces?"
On learning that it was so, he promised to obtain the highest possible price for
her. Leaving the beautiful Persian shut up in the room alone, he went out to
seek the slave merchants, announcing to them that he had found the pearl among
slaves, and asking them to come and put a value upon her. As soon as they saw
her they agreed that less than 4,000 gold pieces could not be asked. Hagi Hassan,
then closing the door upon her, began to offer her for sale--calling out: "Who
will bid 4,000 gold pieces for the Persian slave?"
Before any of the merchants had bid, Saouy happened to pass that way, and
judging that it must be a slave of extraordinary beauty, rode up to Hagi Hassan
and desired to see her. Now it was not the custom to show a slave to a private
bidder, but as no one dared to disobey the vizir his request was granted.
As soon as Saouy saw the Persian he was so struck by her beauty, that he
immediately wished to possess her, and not knowing that she belonged to
Noureddin, he desired Hagi Hassan to send for the owner and to conclude the
bargain at once.
Hagi Hassan then sought Noureddin, and told him that his slave was going far
below her value, and that if Saouy bought her he was capable of not paying the
money. "What you must do," he said, "is to pretend that you had no real
intention of selling your slave, and only swore you would in a fit of anger
against her. When I present her to Saouy as if with your consent you must step
in, and with blows begin to lead her away."
Noureddin did as Hagi Hassan advised, to the great wrath of Saouy, who riding
straight at him endeavoured to take the beautiful Persian from him by force.
Noureddin letting her go, seized Saouy's horse by the bridle, and, encouraged by
the applause of the bystanders, dragged him to the ground, beat him severely,
and left him in the gutter streaming with blood. Then, taking the beautiful
Persian, he returned home amidst the acclamations of the people, who detested
Saouy so much that they would neither interfere in his behalf nor allow his
slaves to protect him.
Covered from head to foot with mire and streaming with blood he rose, and
leaning on two of his slaves went straight to the palace, where he demanded an
audience of the king, to whom he related what had taken place in these words:
"May it please your Majesty, I had gone to the slave market to buy myself a
cook. While there I heard a slave being offered for 4,000 pieces. Asking to see
her, I found she was of incomparable beauty, and was being sold by Noureddin,
the son of your late vizir, to whom your Majesty will remember giving a sum of
10,000 gold pieces for the purchase of a slave. This is the identical slave,
whom instead of bringing to your Majesty he gave to his own son. Since the death
of his father this Noureddin has run through his entire fortune, has sold all
his possessions, and is now reduced to selling the slave. Calling him to me, I
said: "Noureddin, I will give you 10,000 gold pieces for your slave, whom I will
present to the king. I will interest him at the same time in your behalf, and
this will be worth much more to you than what extra money you might obtain from
the merchants." "Bad old man," he exclaimed, "rather than sell my slave to you I
would give her to a Jew." "But, Noureddin," I remonstrated, "you do not consider
that in speaking thus you wrong the king, to whom your father owed everything."
This remonstrance only irritated him the more. Throwing himself on me like a
madman, he tore me from my horse, beat me to his heart's content, and left me in
the state your Majesty sees."
So saying Saouy turned aside his head and wept bitterly.
The king's wrath was kindled against Noureddin. He ordered the captain of the
guard to take with him forty men, to pillage Noureddin's house, to rase it to
the ground, and to bring Noureddin and the slave to him. A doorkeeper, named
Sangiar, who had been a slave of Khacan's, hearing this order given, slipped out
of the king's apartment, and hastened to warn Noureddin to take flight instantly
with the beautiful Persian. Then, presenting him with forty gold pieces, he
disappeared before Noureddin had time to thank him.
As soon, then, as the fair Persian had put on her veil they fled together, and
had the good fortune to get out of the town without being observed. At the mouth
of the Euphrates they found a ship just about to start for Bagdad. They
embarked, and immediately the anchor was raised and they set sail.
When the captain of the guard reached Noureddin's house he caused his soldiers
to burst open the door and to enter by force, but no trace was to be found of
Noureddin and his slave, nor could the neighbours give any information about
them. When the king heard that they had escaped, he issued a proclamation that a
reward of 1,000 gold pieces would be given to whoever would bring him Noureddin
and the slave, but that, on the contrary, whoever hid them would be severely
punished. Meanwhile Noureddin and the fair Persian had safely reached Bagdad.
When the vessel had come to an anchor they paid five gold pieces for their
passage and went ashore. Never having been in Bagdad before, they did not know
where to seek a lodging. Wandering along the banks of the Tigris, they skirted a
garden enclosed by a high wall. The gate was shut, but in front of it was an
open vestibule with a sofa on either side. "Here," said Noureddin, "let us pass
the night," and reclining on the sofas they soon fell asleep.
Now this garden belonged to the Caliph. In the middle of it was a vast pavilion,
whose superb saloon had eighty windows, each window having a lustre, lit solely
when the Caliph spent the evening there. Only the door-keeper lived there, an
old soldier named Scheih Ibrahim, who had strict orders to be very careful whom
he admitted, and never to allow any one to sit on the sofas by the door. It
happened that evening that he had gone out on an errand. When he came back and
saw two persons asleep on the sofas he was about to drive them out with blows,
but drawing nearer he perceived that they were a handsome young man and
beautiful young woman, and decided to awake them by gentler means. Noureddin, on
being awoke, told the old man that they were strangers, and merely wished to
pass the night there. "Come with me," said Scheih Ibrahim, "I will lodge you
better, and will show you a magnificent garden belonging to me." So saying the
doorkeeper led the way into the Caliph's garden, the beauties of which filled
them with wonder and amazement. Noureddin took out two gold pieces, and giving
them to Scheih Ibrahim said
"I beg you to get us something to eat that we may make merry together." Being
very avaricious, Scheih Ibrahim determined to spend only the tenth part of the
money and to keep the rest to himself. While he was gone Noureddin and the
Persian wandered through the gardens and went up the white marble staircase of
the pavilion as far as the locked door of the saloon. On the return of Scheih
Ibrahim they begged him to open it, and to allow them to enter and admire the
magnificence within. Consenting, he brought not only the key, but a light, and
immediately unlocked the door. Noureddin and the Persian entering, were dazzled
with the magnificence they beheld. The paintings and furniture were of
astonishing beauty, and between each window was a silver arm holding a candle.
Scheih Ibrahim spread the table in front of a sofa, and all three ate together.
When they had finished eating Noureddin asked the old man to bring them a bottle
"Heaven forbid," said Scheih Ibrahim, "that I should come in contact with wine!
I who have four times made the pilgrimage to Mecca, and have renounced wine for
"You would, however, do us a great service in procuring us some," said
Noureddin. "You need not touch it yourself. Take the ass which is tied to the
gate, lead it to the nearest wine-shop, and ask some passer-by to order two jars
of wine; have them put in the ass's panniers, and drive him before you. Here are
two pieces of gold for the expenses."
At sight of the gold, Scheih Ibrahim set off at once to execute the commission.
On his return, Noureddin said: "We have still need of cups to drink from, and of
fruit, if you can procure us some." Scheih Ibrahim disappeared again, and soon
returned with a table spread with cups of gold and silver, and every sort of
beautiful fruit. Then he withdrew, in spite of repeated invitations to remain.
Noureddin and the beautiful Persian, finding the wine excellent, drank of it
freely, and while drinking they sang. Both had fine voices, and Scheih Ibrahim
listened to them with great pleasure-- first from a distance, then he drew
nearer, and finally put his head in at the door. Noureddin, seeing him, called
to him to come in and keep them company. At first the old man declined, but was
persuaded to enter the room, to sit down on the edge of the sofa nearest the
door, and at last to draw closer and to seat himself by the beautiful Persian,
who urged him so persistently to drink her health that at length he yielded, and
took the cup she offered.
Now the old man only made a pretence of renouncing wine; he frequented
wine-shops like other people, and had taken none of the precautions Noureddin
had proposed. Having once yielded, he was easily persuaded to take a second cup,
and a third, and so on till he no longer knew what he was doing. Till near
midnight they continued drinking, laughing, and singing together.
About that time the Persian, perceiving that the room was lit by only one
miserable tallow candle, asked Scheih Ibrahim to light some of the beautiful
candles in the silver arms.
"Light them yourself," answered the old man; "you are younger than I, but let
five or six be enough."
She did not stop, however, till she had lit all the eighty, but Scheih Ibrahim
was not conscious of this, and when, soon after that, Noureddin proposed to have
some of the lustres lit, he answered:
"You are more capable of lighting them than I, but not more than three."
Noureddin, far from contenting himself with three, lit all, and opened all the
The Caliph Haroun-al-Raschid, chancing at that moment to open a window in the
saloon of his palace looking on the garden, was surprised to see the pavilion
brilliantly illuminated. Calling the grand-vizir, Giafar, he said to him:
"Negligent vizir, look at the pavilion, and tell me why it is lit up when I am
When the vizir saw that it was as the Caliph said, he trembled with fear, and
immediately invented an excuse.
"Commander of the Faithful," he said, "I must tell you that four or five days
ago Scheih Ibrahim told me that he wished to have an assembly of the ministers
of his mosque, and asked permission to hold it in the pavilion. I granted his
request, but forgot since to mention it to your Majesty."
"Giafar," replied the Caliph, "you have committed three faults-- first, in
giving the permission; second, in not mentioning it to me; and third, in not
investigating the matter more closely. For punishment I condemn you to spend the
rest of the night with me in company of these worthy people. While I dress
myself as a citizen, go and disguise yourself, and then come with me."
When they reached the garden gate they found it open, to the great indignation
of the Caliph. The door of the pavilion being also open, he went softly
upstairs, and looked in at the half-closed door of the saloon. Great was his
surprise to see Scheih Ibrahim, whose sobriety he had never doubted, drinking
and singing with a young man and a beautiful lady. The Caliph, before giving way
to his anger, determined to watch and see who the people were and what they did.
Presently Scheih Ibrahim asked the beautiful Persian if anything were wanting to
complete her enjoyment of the evening.
"If only," she said, "I had an instrument upon which I might play."
Scheih Ibrahim immediately took a lute from a cup-board and gave it to the
Persian, who began to play on it, singing the while with such skill and taste
that the Caliph was enchanted. When she ceased he went softly downstairs and
said to the vizir:
"Never have I heard a finer voice, nor the lute better played. I am determined
to go in and make her play to me."
"Commander of the Faithful," said the vizir, "if Scheih Ibrahim recognises you
he will die of fright."
"I should be sorry for that," answered the Caliph, "and I am going to take steps
to prevent it. Wait here till I return."
Now the Caliph had caused a bend in the river to form a lake in his garden.
There the finest fish in the Tigris were to be found, but fishing was strictly
forbidden. It happened that night, however, that a fisherman had taken advantage
of the gate being open to go in and cast his nets. He was just about to draw
them when he saw the Caliph approaching. Recognising him at once in spite of his
disguise, he threw himself at his feet imploring forgiveness.
"Fear nothing," said the Caliph, "only rise up and draw thy nets."
The fisherman did as he was told, and produced five or six fine fish, of which
the Caliph took the two largest. Then he desired the fisherman to change clothes
with him, and in a few minutes the Caliph was transformed into a fisherman, even
to the shoes and the turban. Taking the two fish in his hand, he returned to the
vizir, who, not recognising him, would have sent him about his business. Leaving
the vizir at the foot of the stairs, the Caliph went up and knocked at the door
of the saloon. Noureddin opened it, and the Caliph, standing on the threshold,
"Scheih Ibrahim, I am the fisher Kerim. Seeing that you are feasting with your
friends, I bring you these fish."
Noureddin and the Persian said that when the fishes were properly cooked and
dressed they would gladly eat of them. The Caliph then returned to the vizir,
and they set to work in Scheih Ibrahim's house to cook the fish, of which they
made so tempting a dish that Noureddin and the fair Persian ate of it with great
relish. When they had finished Noureddin took thirty gold pieces (all that
remained of what Sangiar had given him) and presented them to the Caliph, who,
thanking him, asked as a further favour if the lady would play him one piece on
the lute. The Persian gladly consented, and sang and played so as to delight the
Noureddin, in the habit of giving to others whatever they admired, said,
"Fisherman, as she pleases you so much, take her; she is yours."
The fair Persian, astounded that he should wish to part from her, took her lute,
and with tears in her eyes sang her reproaches to its music.
The Caliph (still in the character of fisherman) said to him, "Sir, I perceive
that this fair lady is your slave. Oblige me, I beg you, by relating your
Noureddin willingly granted this request, and recounted everything from the
purchase of the slave down to the present moment.
"And where do you go now?" asked the Caliph.
"Wherever the hand of Allah leads me," said Noureddin.
"Then, if you will listen to me," said the Caliph, "you will immediately return
to Balsora. I will give you a letter to the king, which will ensure you a good
reception from him."
"It is an unheard-of thing," said Noureddin, "that a fisherman should be in
correspondence with a king."
"Let not that astonish you," answered the Caliph; "we studied together, and have
always remained the best of friends, though fortune, while making him a king,
left me a humble fisherman."
The Caliph then took a sheet of paper, and wrote the following letter, at the
top of which he put in very small characters this formula to show that he must
be implicitly obeyed:--"In the name of the Most Merciful God."
"Letter of the Caliph Haroun-al-Raschid to the King of Balsora."
"Haroun-al-Raschid, son of Mahdi, sends this letter to Mohammed Zinebi, his
cousin. As soon as Noureddin, son of the Vizir Khacan, bearer of this letter,
has given it to thee, and thou hast read it, take off thy royal mantle, put it
on his shoulders, and seat him in thy place without fail. Farewell."
The Caliph then gave this letter to Noureddin, who immediately set off, with
only what little money he possessed when Sangiar came to his assistance. The
beautiful Persian, inconsolable at his departure, sank on a sofa bathed in
When Noureddin had left the room, Scheih Ibrahim, who had hitherto kept silence,
said: "Kerim, for two miserable fish thou hast received a purse and a slave. I
tell thee I will take the slave, and as to the purse, if it contains silver thou
mayst keep one piece, if gold then I will take all and give thee what copper
pieces I have in my purse."
Now here it must be related that when the Caliph went upstairs with the plate of
fish he ordered the vizir to hasten to the palace and bring back four slaves
bearing a change of raiment, who should wait outside the pavilion till the
Caliph should clap his hands.
Still personating the fisherman, the Caliph answered: "Scheih Ibrahim, whatever
is in the purse I will share equally with you, but as to the slave I will keep
her for myself. If you do not agree to these conditions you shall have nothing."
The old man, furious at this insolence as he considered it, took a cup and threw
it at the Caliph, who easily avoided a missile from the hand of a drunken man.
It hit against the wall, and broke into a thousand pieces. Scheih Ibrahim, still
more enraged, then went out to fetch a stick. The Caliph at that moment clapped
his hands, and the vizir and the four slaves entering took off the fisherman's
dress and put on him that which they had brought.
When Scheih Ibrahim returned, a thick stick in his hand, the Caliph was seated
on his throne, and nothing remained of the fisherman but his clothes in the
middle of the room. Throwing himself on the ground at the Caliph's feet, he
said: "Commander of the Faithful, your miserable slave has offended you, and
The Caliph came down from his throne, and said: "Rise, I forgive thee." Then
turning to the Persian he said: "Fair lady, now you know who I am; learn also
that I have sent Noureddin to Balsora to be king, and as soon as all necessary
preparations are made I will send you there to be queen. Meanwhile I will give
you an apartment in my palace, where you will be treated with all honour."
At this the beautiful Persian took courage, and the Caliph was as good as his
word, recommending her to the care of his wife Zobeida.
Noureddin made all haste on his journey to Balsora, and on his arrival there
went straight to the palace of the king, of whom he demanded an audience. It was
immediately granted, and holding the letter high above his head he forced his
way through the crowd. While the king read the letter he changed colour. He
would instantly have executed the Caliph's order, but first he showed the letter
to Saouy, whose interests were equally at stake with his own. Pretending that he
wished to read it a second time, Saouy turned aside as if to seek a better
light; unperceived by anyone he tore off the formula from the top of the letter,
put it to his mouth, and swallowed it. Then, turning to the king, he said:
"Your majesty has no need to obey this letter. The writing is indeed that of the
Caliph, but the formula is absent. Besides, he has not sent an express with the
patent, without which the letter is useless. Leave all to me, and I will take
The king not only listened to the persuasions of Saouy, but gave Noureddin into
his hands. Such a severe bastinado was first administered to him, that he was
left more dead than alive; then Saouy threw him into the darkest and deepest
dungeon, and fed him only on bread and water. After ten days Saouy determined to
put an end to Noureddin's life, but dared not without the king's authority. To
gain this end, he loaded several of his own slaves with rich gifts, and
presented himself at their head to the king, saying that they were from the new
king on his coronation.
"What!" said the king; "is that wretch still alive? Go and behead him at once. I
"Sire," said Saouy, "I thank your Majesty for the justice you do me. I would
further beg, as Noureddin publicly affronted me, that the execution might be in
front of the palace, and that it might be proclaimed throughout the city, so
that no one may be ignorant of it."
The king granted these requests, and the announcement caused universal grief,
for the memory of Noureddin's father was still fresh in the hearts of his
people. Saouy, accompanied by twenty of his own slaves, went to the prison to
fetch Noureddin, whom he mounted on a wretched horse without a saddle. Arrived
at the palace, Saouy went in to the king, leaving Noureddin in the square,
hemmed in not only by Saouy's slaves but by the royal guard, who had great
difficulty in preventing the people from rushing in and rescuing Noureddin. So
great was the indignation against Saouy that if anyone had set the example he
would have been stoned on his way through the streets. Saouy, who witnessed the
agitation of the people from the windows of the king's privy chambers, called to
the executioner to strike at once. The king, however, ordered him to delay; not
only was he jealous of Saouy's interference, but he had another reason. A troop
of horsemen was seen at that moment riding at full gallop towards the square.
Saouy suspected who they might be, and urged the king to give the signal for the
execution without delay, but this the king refused to do till he knew who the
Now, they were the vizir Giafar and his suite arriving at full speed from
Bagdad. For several days after Noureddin's departure with the letter the Caliph
had forgotten to send the express with the patent, without which the letter was
useless. Hearing a beautiful voice one day in the women's part of the palace
uttering lamentations, he was informed that it was the voice of the fair
Persian, and suddenly calling to mind the patent, he sent for Giafar, and
ordered him to make for Balsora with the utmost speed-- if Noureddin were dead,
to hang Saouy; if he were still alive, to bring him at once to Bagdad along with
the king and Saouy.
Giafar rode at full speed through the square, and alighted at the steps of the
palace, where the king came to greet him. The vizir's first question was whether
Noureddin were still alive. The king replied that he was, and he was immediately
led forth, though bound hand and foot. By the vizir's orders his bonds were
immediately undone, and Saouy was tied with the same cords. Next day Giafar
returned to Bagdad, bearing with him the king, Saouy, and Noureddin.
When the Caliph heard what treatment Noureddin had received, he authorised him
to behead Saouy with his own hands, but he declined to shed the blood of his
enemy, who was forthwith handed over to the executioner. The Caliph also desired
Noureddin to reign over Balsora, but this, too, he declined, saying that after
what had passed there he preferred never to return, but to enter the service of
the Caliph. He became one of his most intimate courtiers, and lived long in
great happiness with the fair Persian. As to the king, the Caliph contented
himself with sending him back to Balsora, with the recommendation to be more
careful in future in the choice of his vizir.
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