he would be guilty of such a villainous action. But do not grieve; let us hasten home, I will apply a remedy that shall in three days so perfectly cure you, that not the least mark shall be visible.”
The fit had made me so weak that I was scarcely able to walk. But at last I got home, where I again fainted, as I went into my chamber. Meanwhile, the old woman applied her remedy. I came to myself, and went to bed.
My husband came to me at night, and seeing my head bound up, asked me the reason. I told him I had the headache, which I hoped would have satisfied him; but he took a candle, and saw my cheek was hurt. “How comes this wound?” he said. Though I did not consider myself as guilty of any great offense, yet I could not think of owning the truth. I therefore said, “As I was going, under your permission, to purchase a silk stuff, a camel, carrying a load of wood, came so near to me in a narrow street, that one of the sticks grazed my cheek, but has not done me much hurt.” “If that is the case,” said my husband, “to-morrow morning, before sunrise, the grand vizier Giafar shall be informed of this insolence, and cause all the camel drivers to be put to death.” “Pray, sir,” said I, “let me beg of you to pardon them, for they are not guilty.” “How, madam,” he demanded, “what, then, am I to believe? Speak; for I am resolved to know the truth from your own mouth.” “Sir,” I replied, “I
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