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of the hospital, so haply he may be medicined and recover his health, and God will reward thee.’ ‘I hear and obey,’ said the camel-driver. So they brought Ghanim, who was asleep, out of the mosque and laid him, mat and all, on the back of the camel; and his mother and sister came out with the rest of the people to look on him, but knew him not. However, after considering him, they said, ‘Verily, he favours our Ghanim! Can this sick man be he?’ Presently, he awoke and finding himself bound with ropes on the back of a camel, began to weep and complain, and the people of the village saw his mother and sister weeping over him, though they knew him not. Then they set out for Baghdad, whither the camel-driver forewent them and setting Ghanim down at the door of the hospital, went away. He lay there till morning, and when the people began to go about the ways, they saw him and stood gazing on him, for indeed he was become as thin as a skewer, till the syndic of the market came up and drove them away, saying, ‘I will gain Paradise through this poor fellow; for if they take him into the hospital, they will kill him in one day.’ Then he made his servants carry him to his own house, where he spread him a new bed, with a new pillow, and said to his wife, ‘Tend him faithfully.’ ‘Good,’ answered she; ‘on my head be it!’ Then she tucked up her sleeves and heating some water, washed his hands and feet and body, after which she clothed him in a gown belonging to one of her slave-girls and gave him a cup of wine to drink and sprinkled rose-water over him. So he revived and moaned, as he thought of his beloved Cout el Culoub! and sorrows were sore upon him.

Night xliii.Meanwhile, Cout el Culoub abode in duresse fourscore days, at the end of which time, the Khalif chancing one day to pass the place in which she was, heard her repeating verses and saying, ‘O my beloved, O Ghanim, how