Noureddin and the Fair Persian
(Arabian Nights)
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 forced him.
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 exclaimed:
"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 entire month.
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 said:
"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 merry-making.
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 book.
"See only that I live well," he said, "and do not disturb me about anything else."
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 beautiful Persian.
"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 furniture."
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 remedy."
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 ont 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 of wine.
"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 ever."
"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 eighty
windows.
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 not there."
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, said:
"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 Caliph.
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 history."
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 tears.
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 ont
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 craves forgiveness."
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 consequences."
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 authorise
you."
"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 horsemen were.
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.
Noureddin And The Fair Persian
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