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Behadir, seeing his trouble, signed to him, with his finger on his lips, as who should say, 'Be silent and come hither to me. So he set down the cup and rose, whereupon quoth the lady, 'Whither away? He shook his head and signing to her that he wished to make water, went out into the corridor, barefoot.
When Behadir heard his story and knew that he was a king's son, he inclined to him and taking compassion on him, said to him, 'O Amjed, hearken to me and do what I bid thee, and I will ensure thee safety from that thou fearest; but, if thou cross me, I will kill thee. 'Command me as thou wilt, answered Amjed.
If thou wilt not kill him, I will do it myself. 'For God's sake, cried Amjed, 'do not this thing! 'It must be, replied she and taking down the sword, drew it and made at Behadir to kill him; but Amjed said in himself, 'This man hath entreated us courteously and sheltered us and done us kindness and made himself my servant: and shall we requite him by killing him? This shall never be.
Wilt thou be my Vizier? 'I hear and obey, answered Amjed; whereupon the King bestowed magnificent dresses of honour on him and Behadir and gave him a handsome house, with servants and officers and all things needful, appointing him stipends and allowances and bidding him make search for his brother Asaad.
So the hangman and the chief of the police went down with him, by the King's commandment, and paraded him through the streets and markets of the town, whilst a crier forewent them, bidding all the folk to the execution of Behadir, the King's Master of the Horse.
Behadir arose and wiping away his tears, waited upon them awhile; after which he swept the hall and lighted the lamps; but, as often as he went in and out, the lady railed at him and cursed him, till Amjed was wroth with her and said, 'For God's sake, leave my servant; he is not used to this. Then they sat eating and drinking, whilst Behadir waited upon them, till midnight, when the latter, weary with service and beating, fell asleep in the midst of the hall and snored and snorted; whereupon the lady, who was heated with wine, said to Amjed, 'Arise, take the sword that hangs yonder and cut off this slave's head, or I will be the death of thee. 'What possesses thee to kill my slave? asked Amjed; and she answered, 'Our delight will not be fulfilled but by his death.
Amjed looked at him with angry eyes and said, 'Why hast thou tarried till now, O most pestilent of slaves? 'O my lord, answered Behadir, 'I was busy washing my clothes and knew not of thy being here; for thou hadst appointed me for nightfall and not for the daytime. But Amjed cried out at him, saying, 'Thou liest, O vilest of slaves!
By Allah, I must beat thee! So he rose and laying Behadir on the ground, took a stick and beat him gingerly: but the lady sprang up and snatching the stick from his hand, laid on to Behadir so lustily, that the tears ran from his eyes and he ground his teeth together and called out for succour; whilst Amjed cried out to the lady to hold her hand and she answered, 'Let me stay my anger on him; till at last he snatched the stick from her hand and pushed her away.
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