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his hospitality. Perhaps God may requite us our kindness to him by reuniting us with my father.” “By Allah!” replied the eunuch, “it were a fine thing for a Vizier’s son to eat in a cookshop! Indeed, I keep off the folk with this stick, lest they look too closely on thee, and I dare not let thee enter a shop.” When Bedreddin heard these words, he wondered and turned to the eunuch, with the tears running down his cheeks, and Agib said to the latter, “Indeed, my heart yearns for him.” But he answered, “Leave this talk; indeed, thou shalt not go in.” Then Bedreddin turned to the eunuch and said, “O noble sir, why wilt thou not gladden my soul by entering my shop? O thou who art as a chestnut, black without, but with a white heart,[1] thou of whom the poet says . . . . . .” The eunuch laughed and said, “What? Say on, by Allah, and be quick about it.” So Bedreddin repeated the following verses:
Were he not polished and discreet and worthy of all trust, He in kings’ houses would not be advanced to high estate.
O what a guardian he is for a seraglio! The very angels of the skies delight on him to wait.
This pleased the eunuch, who laughed and taking Agib by the hand, entered the shop with him. Bedreddin ladled out a dishful of pomegranate-seed, conserved with almonds and sugar, and set it before them, saying, “Ye do me honour. Eat and may health and enjoyment attend you!” And Agib said to him, “Sit down and eat with us, so haply God may unite us with him for whom we long.” “O my son,” said Bedreddin, “hast thou then suffered the loss of friends, at thy tender age?” “Yes, O uncle!” answered Agib, “my heart irks me for the loss of a beloved one, who is none other than my father; and indeed my grandfather and myself have come forth to seek for him throughout the world. Alas! how I sigh
- ↑ Or kernel.
