those who attended on all sides of him, that I pitied him, and wondered at his patience.  At last I believe he was heartily tired, for he rose up suddenly, and would not hear a great many who were ready prepared to speak to him, but went away, at which I was well pleased, for indeed I began to lose all patience, and was extremely fatigued with staying so long.  But there is no harm done; I will go again to-morrow; perhaps the sultan may not be so busy.”

Though his passion was very violent, Alla ad Deen was forced to be satisfied with this delay, and to fortify himself with patience.  He had at least the satisfaction to find that his mother had got over the greatest difficulty, which was to procure access to the sultan, and hoped that the example of those she saw speak to him would embolden her to acquit herself better of her commission when a favourable opportunity might offer to speak to him.

The next morning she repaired to the sultan’s palace with the present, as early as the day before, but when she came there, she found the gates of the divan shut, and understood that the council sat but every other day, therefore she must come again the next.  This news she carried to her son, whose only relief was to guard himself with patience.  She went six times afterwards on the days appointed, placed herself always directly before the sultan, but with as little success as the first morning, and might have perhaps come a thousand times to as little purpose, if luckily the sultan himself had not taken particular notice of her:  for only those who came with petitions approached the sultan, when each pleaded their cause in its turn, and Alla ad Deen’s mother was not one of them.

On the sixth day, however, after the divan was broken up, when the sultan returned to his own apartment, he said to his grand vizier, “I have for some time observed a certain woman, who attends constantly every day that I give audience, with something wrapped up in a napkin:  she always stands up from the beginning to the breaking up of the audience, and affects to place herself just before me.  Do you know what she wants?”

“Sir,” replied the grand vizier, who knew no more than the sultan what she wanted, but did not wish to seem uninformed, “your majesty knows that women often make complaints on trifles; perhaps she may come to complain to your majesty that somebody has sold her some bad flour, or some such trifling matter.”  The sultan was not satisfied with this answer, but replied, “If this woman comes to our next audience, do not fail to call her, that I may hear what she has to say.”  The grand vizier made answer by lowering his hand, and then lifting it up above his head, signifying his willingness to lose it if he failed.