not premature nor too perfect for the trappers; as the poet has declared:
"Ye that intrigue, to thy slaves proper portions adapt;
Perfectest plots burst too often, for all are not apt."
And I witness likewise to the excellence of his saying:
"To master an Event,
Study men!
The minutes are well spent
Only then."
Also 'tis he that says:
"The man of men who knoweth men, the Man of men is he!
His army is the human race, and every foe must flee."
So have I apportioned to thee thy work, to Baba Mustapha his; reserving to myself the work that is mine!'
Thereat Feshnavat exclaimed, 'O Master of the Event, may I be thy sacrifice! on my head be it! and for thee to command is for me to obey! but surely, this Sword of thine that is in thy girdle, the marvellous blade—'tis alone equal to the project and the shave; and the matter might be consummated, the great thing done, even from this point whence we behold Shagpat visible, as 'twere brought forward toward us by the beams! And this Sword swayed by thee, and with thy skill and strength and the hardihood of hand that is thine, wullahy! 'twould shear him now, this moment, taking the light of Aklis for a lather.'
Shibli Bagarag knotted the brows of impatience, crying, 'Hast thou forgotten Karaz in thy calculations? I know of a surety what this Sword will do, and I wot the oil he distilleth strengtheneth Shagpat but against common blades. Yet shall it not be spoken of me, Shibli Bagarag,
