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for it but to return to my father. So I set out and journeyed till I reached his capital; but as I entered the gate of the city, a number of men sprang out on me and tied my hands behind me. At this I was beyond measure amazed, seeing that I was the son of the Sultan and that they were his servants and my own; and great fear fell on me, and I said to myself, “I wonder what has befallen my father!” Then I questioned my captors; but they returned me no answer. However, after awhile, one of them, who had been my servant, said to me, “Fortune has played thy father false; and the troops deserted him. So the Vizier slew him and seized on his throne; and we laid wait for thee by his command.” Then they took me and carried me before the Vizier, well-nigh distraught for this news of my father. Now between me and this Vizier was an old feud, the cause of which was as follows. I was fond of shooting with a pellet-bow, and one day, as I was standing on the terrace of my palace, a bird lighted on the terrace of the Vizier’s house, where the latter chanced to be standing at the time. I let fly at the bird, but, as fate and destiny would have it, the pellet swerved and striking the Vizier on the eye, put it out. As says the poet:
Our footsteps follow on in their predestined way, Nor from the ordered track can any mortal stray:
And he whom Fate appoints in any land to die, No other place on earth shall see his dying day.
The Vizier dared say nothing, at the time, because I was the Sultan’s son of the city, but thenceforward he nourished a deadly hatred against me. So when they brought me bound before him, he commanded my head to be smitten off; and I said, “For what crime wilt thou put me to death?” “What crime could be greater than this?” answered he, and pointed to his ruined eye. Quoth I, “That I did by misadventure.” And he replied, “If thou didst it by misadventure, I will do the like with
