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which he beat her. She cried out, and a male slave came in to deliver her, whereupon the Cadi beat him also, and he too cried out. The cursed barber concluded that it was I he was beating and fell to tearing his clothes and strewing dust on his head, shrieking and calling for help. So the folk came round him, and he said to them, ‘My master is being murdered in the Cadi’s house!’ Then he ran, shrieking, to my house, with the folk after him, and told my people and servants: and before I knew what was forward, up they came, with torn clothes and dishevelled hair, calling out, ‘Alas, our master!’ and the barber at their head, in a fine pickle, tearing his clothes and shouting. They made for the house in which I was, headed by the barber, crying out, ‘Woe is us for our murdered master!’ And the Cadi, hearing the uproar at his door, said to one of his servants, ‘Go and see what is the matter.’ The man went out and came back, saying, ‘O my lord, there are more than ten thousand men and women at the door, crying out, “Woe is us for our murdered master!” and pointing to our house.’ When the Cadi heard this, he was troubled and vexed; so he went to the door and opening it, saw a great concourse of people; whereat he was amazed and said, ‘O folk, what is the matter?’ ‘O accursed one, O dog, O hog,’ replied my servants, ‘thou hast killed our master!’ Quoth he, ‘And what has your master done to me that I should kill him? Behold, this my house is open to you!’Night xxxi. ‘Thou didst beat him but now with rods,’ answered the barber; ‘for I heard his cries.’ ‘What has he done that I should beat him?’ repeated the Cadi; ‘and what brings him into my house?’ ‘Be not a vile, perverse old man!’ replied the barber; ‘I know the whole story. The long and the short of it is that thy daughter is in love with him and he with her; and when thou knewest that he had entered the house, thou badest thy servants beat him, and
