of black slaves and handmaids and had amassed store of wealth.
On this wise fared it with Abu Kir, but as regards Abu Sir, after
closet door had been locked on him and his money had been
stolen, he
abode
prostrate and
unconscious for three
successive days, at the
end of which the concierge of the khan, chancing to look at the
door, observed that it was locked, and bethought himself that he had
not seen and heard aught of the two companions for some time. So he
said in his mind: "Haply they have made off without paying rent, or
perhaps they are dead, or what is to do with them?" And he waited till
sunset, when he went up to the door and heard the
barber groaning
within. He saw the key in the lock, so he opened the door, and
entering, found Abu Sir lying groaning, and said to him: "No harm to
thee. Where is thy friend?" Replied Abu Sir: "By Allah, I came to my
senses only this day and called out, but none answered my call.
Allah upon thee, O my brother, look for the purse under my head and
take from it five half-dirhams and buy me somewhat nourishing, for I
am sore a-hungered." The
porter put out his hand, and
taking the
purse, found it empty and said to the
barber, "The purse is empty,
there is nothing in it." Whereupon Abu Sir knew that Abu Kir had taken
that which was
therein and had fled, and he asked the
porter, "Hast
thou not seen my friend?" Answered the doorkeeper, "I have not seen
him for these three days, and indeed
methought you had departed,
thou and he." The
barber cried, "Not so, but he coveted my money and
took it and fled,
seeing me sick."
Then he fell a-weeping and a-wailing, but the doorkeeper said to
him, "No harm shall
befall thee, and Allah will requite him his deed."
So he went away and cooked him some broth,
whereof he ladled out a
plateful and brought it to him. Nor did he cease to tend him and
maintain him with his own moneys for two months' space, when the
barber sweated and the Al
mighty made him whole of his
sickness. Then
he stood up and said to the
porter: "An ever the Most High Lord enable
me, I will surely requite thee thy kindness to me. But none
requiteth save the Lord of His
bounty!" Answered the
porter:
"Praised be He for thy recovery! I dealt not thus with am but of
desire for the face of Allah the Bountiful."
Then the
barber went forth of the khan and threaded the market
streets of the town till Destiny brought him to the bazaar
wherein was
Abu Kir's dyery, and he saw the varicolored stuffs dispread before the
shop and a
jostle of folk crowding to look upon them. So he questioned
one of the townsmen and asked him, "What place is this, and how cometh
it that I see the folk crowding together?" whereto the man answered,
saying: "This is the Sultan's Dyery, which he set up for a
foreigner, Abu Kir high! And
whenever he dyeth new stuff, we all flock
to him and
divert ourselves by gazing upon his handiwork, for we
have no dyers in our land who know how to stain with these colors. And
indeed there
befell him with the dyers who are in the city that
which
befell." And he went on to tell him all that had passed
between Abu Kir and the master dyers and how he had complained of them
to the Sultan, who took him by the hand and built him that dyery and
gave him this and that- brief, he, recounted to him all that had
occurred.
At this the
barberrejoiced and said in himself: "Praised be Allah
Who hath prospered him, so that he is become a master of his craft!
And the man is excusable, for of a surety he hath been
diverted from
thee by his work and hath forgotten thee; but thou actedst kindly by
him and
entreatedst him
generously what time he was out of work, so
when he seeth thee, he will
rejoice in thee and
entreat thee
generously, even as thou
entreatedst him." According he made for the
door of the dyery, and saw Abu Kir seated on a high
mattress spread
upon a bench beside the
doorway, clad in royal
apparel and attended by
four blackamoor slaves and four white Mamelukes all robed in the
richest of
raiment. Moreover, he saw the
workmen, ten Negro slaves,
standing at work; for when Abu Kir bought them, he taught them the
craft of dyeing, and he himself sat
amongst his cushions as he were
a grand wazir or a
mightymonarch, putting his hand to
naught but only
saying to the men, "Do this and do that." So the
barber went up to him
and stood before him, deeming he would
rejoice in him when he saw
him and
salute him and
entreat him with honor and make much of him.
But when eye fell upon eye, the dyer said to him: "O
scoundrel how
many a time have I bidden thee stand not at the door of the
workshop? Hast thou a mind to
disgrace me with the folk, thief that
thou art? Seize him."
So the blackamoors ran at him and laid hold of him, and the dyer
rose up from his seat and said, "Throw him." Accordingly they threw
him down and Abu Kir took a stick and dealt him a hundred strokes on
the back, after which they turned him over and he beat him other
hundred blows on his belly. Then he said to him: "O
scoundrel, O