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ing of the former owner of this house, for he was my good friend in his lifetime.” “What was his name?” asked she. “Mohammed ben Ali the Jeweller,” answered I; “and he was a man of great wealth. Did he leave any children?” “Yes,” said she; “he left a daughter, Budour by name, who inherited all his wealth.” Quoth I, “Meseems thou art his daughter?” “Yes,” answered she, laughing; then added, “O old man, thou hast talked long enough; go thy ways.” “Needs must I go,” replied I; “but I see thou art out of health. Tell me thy case; it may be God will give thee solace at my hands.” “O old man,” rejoined she, “if thou be a man of discretion, I will discover to thee my secret; but first tell me who thou art, that I may know whether thou art worthy of confidence or not; for the poet saith:
None keepeth secrets but the man who’s trusty and discreet: A secret’s ever safely placed with honest fold and leal;
For me, my secrets I preserve within a locked-up house, Whose key is lost and on whose door is set the Cadi’s seal.”
“O my lady,” answered I, “an thou wouldst know who I am, I am Ali ben Mensour of Damascus, the Wag, boon-companion to the Khalif Haroun er Reshid.” When she heard my name she came down from her seat and saluting me, said, “Welcome, O Ibn Mensour! Now will I tell thee my case and entrust thee with my secret. Know that I am a lover separated from her beloved.” “O my lady,” rejoined I, “thou art fair and shouldst love none but the fair. Whom then dost thou love?” Quoth she, “I love Jubeir ben Umeir es Sheibani, Prince of the Benou Sheiban;”[1] and she described to me a young man than whom there was none handsomer in Bassora. “O my lady,” asked I, “have letters or interviews passed between you?”
- ↑ One of the tribes of the Arabs and that to which the renowned Maan ben Zaïdeh (see Vol. III. p. 317) belonged.
