unknowing me the while, until I took the lute from her hand and smote it with a touch unlike their play.  Hereby their lord discovered me and said in his verse, ‘Thou art Ibrahim without doubt or mistake’; but still I denied myself, replying, ’I am a man from Al-Basrah and a familiar of Ibrahim the Master-Musician’:  And on this wise I answered him, when behold, there came up to us a page bearing a rescript from thee.  So King Yusuf took it from his hand and read the address when he made certain that I was Ibrahim, the Cup-companion, and having learnt my name he blamed me saying, ’O Ibrahim, thou hast denied thyself to me.’  ‘O my lord,’ I replied, ‘Twas that I feared for thee excess of trouble’; after which quoth he, ’Verily these ten damsels are a free gift from me to the Commander of the Faithful.’  Hearing these words I refused to receive them and promised on my return to the Caliph that I would defend their lord from all detraction, but he cried, ’O Ibrahim, unless thou take them I will forward them with other than thyself’ And lastly, O Prince of True Believers, he presented to me fifty slave-girls and as many Mamelukes and an hundred and fifty negro-serviles and twenty steeds of purest blood, with their housings and furniture, and four hundred she-camels and twenty pods of musk."[FN#298] Then having told his tale, the Cup-companion fell to commending Yusuf, and the Caliph inclined ear to him admiring at this man and his generosity and his openness of hand and the eloquence of his tongue and the excellence of his manners, until Al-Maamun desired to forgather with him and work him weal and gift him with liberal gifts.  Presently the Caliph bade summon the ten handmaidens and the hour was past supper-tide, at which time Ibrahim the Cup-companion was seated beside him without other being present.  And as soon as the girls came before him the Caliph bade them take their seats, and when they obeyed his order the wine cups went merrily round, and the ten were directed to let him hear somewhat of their chaunting and playing.  So they fell to smiting their instruments of mirth and merriment and singing their songs, one after other, and each as she ended her poetry touched the Caliph with delight until it came to the last of them, who was hight Muhjat al-Kulub;—­And Shahrazad was surprised by the dawn of day and fell silent and ceased to say her permitted say.  Then quoth her sister Dunyazad, “How sweet is thy story, O sister mine, and how enjoyable and delectable!” Quoth she, “And where is this compared with that I would relate to you on the coming night an the King suffer me to survive?” Now when it was the next night and that was

The Seven Hundred and Ninth Night,