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and he fell down aswoon in the vestibule, Tuhfeh heard the noise of steps and laying the lute from her hand, went out to see what was to do. She found her lord Ishac lying aswoon in the vestibule; so she took him up and strained him to her bosom, saying, ‘I conjure thee in God’s name, O my lord, tell me, hath aught befallen thee?’ When he heard her voice, he recovered from his swoon and said to her, ‘Who art thou?’ Quoth she, ‘I am thy slave-girl Tuhfeh.’ And he said to her, ‘Art thou indeed Tuhfeh?’ ‘Yes,’ answered she; and he, ‘By Allah, I had forgotten thee and remembered thee not till now!’ Then he looked at her and said, ‘Indeed, thy case is altered and thy pallor is grown changed to rosiness and thou hast redoubled in beauty and lovesomeness. But was it thou who was singing but now?’ And she was troubled and affrighted and answered, ‘Even I, O my lord.’
Then Ishac seized upon her hand and carrying her into the house, said to her, ‘Take the lute and sing; for never saw I nor heard thy like in smiting upon the lute; no, not even myself!’ ‘O my lord,’ answered she, ‘thou makest mock of me. Who am I that thou shouldst say all this to me? Indeed, this is but of thy kindness.’ ‘Nay, by Allah,’ exclaimed he, ‘I said but the truth to thee and I am none of those on whom pretence imposeth. These three months hath nature not moved thee to take the lute and sing thereto, and this is nought but an extraordinary thing. But all this cometh of strength in the craft and self-restraint.’ Then he bade her sing; and she said, ‘Hearkening and obedience.’
