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in thy lifetime a service, wherewith God shall cut short thy term; and when thou diest and God hurries thy soul to the fire, she shall blacken thy face with her ordure, of her mourning for thee, and lament and buffet her face, saying, “O frosty-beard, what a ninny thou wast!”’[1] The Khalif laughed till he fell backward, and ordered the Bedouin three thousand dirhems.
THE KHALIF OMAR BEN KHETTAB AND THE YOUNG BEDOUIN.
The sheriff[2] Hussein ben Reyyan relates that the Khalif Omar ben Khettab was sitting one day, attended by his chief counsellors, judging the folk and doing justice between his subjects, when there came up to him two handsome young men, haling by the collar a third youth, perfectly handsome and well dressed, whom they set before him. Omar looked at him and bade them loose him; then, calling him near to himself, said to them, ‘What is your case with him?’ ‘O Commander of the Faithful,’ answered they, ‘we are two brothers by one mother and known as followers of the truth. We had a father, a very old man of good counsel, held in honour of the tribes, pure of basenesses and renowned for virtues, who reared us tenderly, Night cccxcvi.whilst we were little, and loaded us with favours, when we grew up; in fine, a man abounding in noble and illustrious qualities, worthy of the poet’s words:
