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cheat upon him and married him to their slave-girl: but when he thought to go in to her, they said to him, “Lie this night in the mill; and to-morrow all will be well.” My brother concluded that there was some good reason for this and passed the night alone in the mill. Now the husband had set on the miller to make my brother turn the mill; so in the middle of the night, the miller came in and began to say, “This ox is lazy and stands still and will not turn, and there is much wheat to be ground. So I will yoke him and make him finish grinding it this night, for the folk are impatient for their flour.” Then he filled the hoppers with grain and going up to my brother, with a rope in his hand, bound him to the yoke and said to him, “Come, turn the mill! Thou thinkest of nothing but eating and voiding.” Then he took a whip and laid on to my brother, who began to weep and cry out; but none came to his aid, and he was forced to grind the wheat till near daylight, when the husband came in and seeing him yoked to the shaft and the miller flogging him, went away. At daybreak the miller went away and left him still yoked and well-nigh dead; and soon after in came the slave-girl, who unbound him and said to him, “I am grieved for what has befallen thee, and both I and my lady are full of concern for thee.” But he had no tongue wherewith to answer her, for excess of beating and toil. Then he returned to his lodging, and presently the notary who had drawn up the marriage contract came to him and saluted him, saying, “God give thee long life! May thy marriage be blessed! Thou hast doubtless passed the night in clipping and kissing and dalliance from dusk to dawn.” “May God curse thee for a liar, thousandfold cuckold that thou art!” replied my brother. “By Allah, I did nothing but turn the mill in the place of the ox all night!” Quoth the notary, “Tell me thy story.” So my brother told him what had happened, and he said, “Thy star
