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youth abode on wake, pondering their affair, till daybreak, when the woman awoke and said to her companion, ‘I wish to go.’ So he bade her farewell and she departed; whereupon the master of the house followed her with a purse of money and gave it to her, saying, ‘Blame not my master,’ and made his excuse to her for the young merchant.
Then he returned to the youth and said to him, ‘Arise and come to the bath.’ And he fell to shampooing his hands and feet, whilst the youth called down blessings on him and said, ‘O my lord, who art thou? Methinks there is not in the world the like of thee, no, nor a pleasanter than thy composition.’ Then each of them acquainted the other with his case and condition and they went to the bath; after which the master of the house conjured the young merchant to return with him and summoned his friends. So they ate and drank and he related to them the story, wherefore they praised the master of the house and glorified him; and their friendship was complete, what while the young merchant abode in the town, till God vouchsafed him a commodity of travel, whereupon they took leave of him and he departed; and this is the end of his story. Nor,” added the vizier, “O king of the age, is this more marvellous than the story of the rich man who lost his wealth and his wit.”
When the king heard the vizier’s story, it pleased him and he bade him go to his house.
