my shop? O thou who art like a
chestnut, dark without but white of
heart within! O thou of the like, of whom a certain poet said..." The
eunuch burst out a-laughing and asked: "Said what? Speak out, by
Allah, and be quick about it." So Hasan the Bassorite began reciting
these couplets:
"If not master of manners or aught but discreet,
In the household of kings no trust could he take,
And then for the harem! What
eunuch is he
Whom angels would serve for his service' sake?"
The
eunuchmarveled and was pleased at these words, so he took
Ajib by the hand and went into the cook's shop;
whereupon Hasan the
Bassorite ladled into a
saucer some
conserve of pomegranate grains
wonderfully good, dressed with
almonds and sugar,
saying: "You have
honored me with your company. Eat, then, and health and happiness to
you!" Thereupon Ajib said to his father, "Sit thee down and eat with
us, so
perchance Allah may unite us with him we long for." Quoth
Hasan, "O my son, hast thou then been afflicted in thy tender years
with
parting from those thou lovest?" Quoth Ajib: "Even so, O nuncle
mine. My heart burns for the loss of a
beloved one who is none other
than my father, and indeed I come forth, I and my
grandfather, to
circle and search the world for him. Oh, the pity of it, and how I
long to meet him!" Then he wept with
exceedingweeping, and his father
also wept
seeing him weep and for his own bereavement, which
recalled to him his long
separation from dear friends and from his
mother, and the
eunuch was moved to pity for him.
Then they ate together till they were satisfied, and Ajib and the
slave rose and left the shop. Hereat Hasan the Bassorite felt as
though his soul had
departed his body and had gone with them, for he
could not lose sight of the boy during the twinkling of an eye, albeit
he knew not that Ajib was his son. So he locked up his shop and
hastened after them, and he walked so fast that he came up with them
before they had gone out of the
western gate. The
eunuch turned and
asked him, "What ails thee?" and Badr al-Din answered, "When ye went
from me, meseemed my soul had gone with you, and as I had business
without the city gate, I purposed to bear you company till my matter
was ordered, and so return." The
eunuch was angered, and said to Ajib:
"This is just what I feared! We ate that
unluckymouthful (which we
are bound to respect), and here is the fellow following us from
place to place, for the
vulgar are ever the
vulgar."
Ajib, turning and
seeing the cook just behind him, was wroth, and
his face reddened with rage and he said to the servant: "Let him
walk the
highway of the Moslems, but when we turn off it to our
tents and find that he still follows us, we will send him about his
business with a flea in his ear." Then he bowed his head and walked
on, the
eunuch walking behind him. But Hasan of Bassorah followed them
to the plain Al-Hasa, and as they drew near to the tents, they
turned round and saw him close on their heels, so Ajib was very angry,
fearing that the
eunuch might tell his
grandfather what had
happened. His
indignation was the hotter for
apprehension lest any say
that after he had entered a cookshop the cook had followed him. So
he turned and looked at Hasan of Bassorah and found his eyes fixed
on his own, for the father had become a body without a soul, and it
seemed to Ajib that his eye was a
treacherous eye or that he was
some lewd fellow.
So his rage redoubled and, stooping down, he took up a stone
weighing half a pound and threw it at his father. It struck him on the
forehead, cutting it open from
eyebrow to
eyebrow and causing the
blood to
stream down, and Hasan fell to the ground in a swoon whilst
Ajib and the
eunuch made for the tents. When the father came to
himself, he wiped away the blood and tore off a strip from his
turban and bound up his head, blaming himself the while, and
saying,
"I wronged the lad by shutting up my shop and following, so that he
thought I was some evil-minded fellow." Then he returned to his place,
where he busied himself with the sale of his sweetmeats, and he yeamed
after his mother at Bassorah, and wept over her and broke out
repeating:
"Unjust it were to bid the world be just
And blame her not. She ne'er was made for justice.
Take what she gives thee, leave all grief aside,
For now to fair and then to foul her lust is."
So Hasan of Bassorah set himself
steadily to sell his sweetmeats,
but the Wazir, his uncle, halted in Damascus three days and then
marched upon Emesa, and passing through that town, he made inquiry
there, and at every place where he rested. Thence he fared on by way
of Hamah and Aleppo and
thence through Diyar Bakr and Maridin and
Mosul, still inquiring, till he arrived at Bassorah city. Here, as