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a bride of our own rank. But suppose [I do this], they[1] [will] ask at once an thou have craft or land or trade or garden, so thou mayst live, and what shall I answer them? And if I cannot answer poor folk like ourselves, how, O my son, shall I dare to seek the King’s daughter of China, who hath none before him and none after him? Wherefore do thou ponder this matter in thine understanding. And who seeketh her? The son of a tailor.[2] Indeed, I know that, an I speak of this, it will but be for the increase of our ill luck, for that this affair will bring us in great danger with the Sultan and belike there will be death therein for thee and for me. As for me, how can I adventure upon this danger and this effrontery? Moreover, O my son, on what wise shall I demand thee his daughter of the Sultan and how shall I avail to go in to him? Nay, if they question me, what shall I answer them? Most like they will deem me a madwoman. And suppose I gain admission to the presence, what shall I take by way of offering to the Sultan’s highness? It[3] is true, O my son, that the Sultan is clement and rejecteth none that cometh to him for protection or craveth a boon
