lady, whose favors were her own," I retorted.
"That does not excuse you, even if true." So saying, he suddenly seized me by my beard and jerked me to a sitting posture. Then he unbound my right hand, and unsheathed his simitar.
"Will you hold out your hand, that I may strike it off?" he asked."Or must I have it bound across one of your bales?"
The girl, who had placed a small cauldron of oil over the fire, the purpose of which I knew only too well, now walked over in front of me, swaying her hips in the wanton manner of the ghazeeyeh.
"Is there no help for it, but that you cut off his hand, my lord?" she asked.
"There is no help," he replied. "Hold out your hand, O sink of corruption."
"It is pitiful for him to lose his hand," she said, "when he has worldly goods with which he may expiate his crime. They can be replaced, but a hand lost is lost forever."
"That is true," he replied. "Offender against the law, how much is your right hand worth to you?"
Before replying, I considered the situation in which I was placed. What he had said regarding the law was only too true, and it was quite apparent that Sa-lamah was really the slave of this villainous musician. The fact that he and the two women had plotted against me to bring this very thing about, might or might not be capable of proof. In the meantime they had not only the Koran and the law of the land on their side, but the well-known "right of might" as well.
I bethought me of the two bags of gold which hung from my saddle, each of which represented nearly half of my fortune. After all, what is half of one's fortune compared to one's right hand?
"There is a bag of gold hanging on the right side of my saddle," I replied. "If it suffice you not, then strike off my hand."
Immediately he sent the slave-girl to fetch the bag, and when she brought it, he examined and hefted it.
"A fair price for a right hand," he said. Then he turned to my three slaves, who had by this time regained consciousness. "You have heard and seen this transaction, and bear witness that your master has purchased his right hand with this gold," he said.
All assented.
"It is well. The right hand is secure to your master. Now, the Koran says that for the second offense, the left foot shall be cut off. Your master has committed a second offense, in that he stole M ar j an ah, the slave of my slave. Unbind his left foot from the other, that I may strike it off."
"Is there no remedy, master, but that you strike off his left foot?" asked the girl.
"There is none," he answered. "It is the command of the Koran, which every true believer should obey."
"But if he make restitution, can not his foot be saved to him?"
"Take the other bag of gold, which hangs on the left of my saddle, and have done with it," I groaned.
Whereupon the slave-girl fetched the other bag of gold, and my slaves were duly exhorted to bear witness to the transaction.
"It grieves me to relate," said the mendicant, screwing his ugly face into a look of extreme sternness, "that still another theft has been committed. The song-bird of my slave was stolen—carried out of my house, and into the highways and byways. The Koran expressly sûtes that, for the third offense of this nature, the left hand of the thief must be cut off. Therefore, O my pretty slave, bind his right hand and unbind his left, that I
