| The Barber's Tale of His Fifth Brother 1001 Nights
When our father died, he left each of us one hundred dirhams. My fifth
brother invested his inheritance in glassware, hoping to resell it at a
handsome profit. He exhibited the glassware on a large tray, then fell to
musing:
These pieces will bring me two hundred dirhams, which I can use to buy
more glass, which I will then sell for four hundred dirhams. With this
money I can buy more glass and other merchandise to sell, and so on and
so on until I have amassed a hundred thousand dirhams. Then I will
purchase a fine house with slaves and eunuchs, and when my capital has
grown to a hundred thousand dinars, I will demand to marry the Prime
Minister's eldest daughter, and if he refuses consent, I will take her
by force.
On my wedding night I will don my finest attire and seat myself on a
cushion of gold brocade to receive my bride. She will present herself in
her most beautiful clothing, lovely as the full moon, but I will not
even glance at her until her attendants kiss the ground before me and
beg me to look at her, and then I will cast at her one single glance.
When they leave us alone I will neither look at her nor speak to her,
but will show my contempt by lying beside her with my face to the wall.
Presently her mother will come into the chamber and beg of me, "Please,
my lord, your handmaid longs for your favor." I will give no answer.
Then she will kiss my feet and say, "My lord, my daughter is truly a
beautiful maid who has never before been with a man. Do speak to her and
soothe her mind and spirit." Then she will bring a cup of wine, hand it
to her daughter, saying, "Take this to your lord."
I will say nothing, leaning back so that she may see in me a sultan
and a mighty man. She will say to me, "My lord, do not refuse to take
this cup from the hand of your servant." I will say nothing, and she
will insist, "You must drink it," and press the cup to my lips. Then I
will shake my fist in her face and kick her with my foot.
With that he struck out, catching the tray of glassware with his foot.
It crashed to the ground and everything broke to pieces, and thus my
brother lost both his capital and his profit.
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