THE THIRD OFFICER’S STORY.
I was one day abroad on an occasion with certain of my comrades, and as we went along, we fell in with a company of women, as they were moons, and among them one, the tallest and handsomest of them. When I saw her and she saw me, she tarried behind her companions and waited for me, till I came up to her and bespoke her. Quoth she, “O my lord, (God favour thee!) I saw thee prolong thy looking on me and imagined that thou knewest me. If it be thus, vouchsafe me more knowledge of thee.” “By Allah,” answered I, “I know thee not, save that God the Most High hath cast the love of thee into my heart and the goodliness of thine attributes hath confounded me and that wherewith God hath gifted thee of those eyes that shoot with arrows; for thou hast captivated me.” And she rejoined, “By Allah, I feel the like of that which thou feelest; so that meseemeth I have known thee from childhood.”
Then said I, “A man cannot well accomplish all whereof he hath need in the market-places.” “Hast thou a house?” asked she. “No, by Allah,” answered I; “nor is this town my dwelling-place.” “By Allah,” rejoined she, “nor have I a place; but I will contrive for thee.” Then she went on before me and I followed her till she came to a lodging-house and said to the
