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and the people of the house are well and in good case and send thee many greetings. Moreover, O my son, I hear that they have married thee, by way of intermediation, to the lady Zubeideh the Lutanist and have imposed on thee a dowry of ten thousand dinars; wherefore I send thee also fifty thousand dinars by thy slave Selim, the bearer of these presents, whereout thou mayest pay the dowry and provide thyself with the rest.’ When Alaeddin had made an end of reading the letter, he took possession of the goods and turning to the old merchant, said to him, ‘O my father-in-law, take the ten thousand dinars, thy daughter’s dowry, and take also the loads of goods and dispose of them, and thine be the profit; only return me the cost-price.’ ‘Nay, by Allah,’ answered he, ‘I will take nothing; and as for thy wife’s dowry, do thou settle it with her.’ Then they went in to Zubeideh, after the goods had been brought in, and she said to her father, ‘O my father, whose goods are these?’ ‘They belong to thy husband Alaeddin,’ answered he; ‘his father hath sent them to him in place of those of which the Bedouins spoiled him. Moreover, he hath sent him fifty thousand dinars and a parcel of clothes and a cloak of sables and a riding mule and an ewer and basin of gold. As for the dower, that is thine affair.’ Thereupon Alaeddin rose and opening the chest [of money] gave her her dowry. Then said the lady’s cousin, ‘O my uncle, let him divorce to me my wife;’ but the old man replied, ‘This may never be now, for the marriage-tie is in his hand.’ With this the young man went out, sore afflicted, and returning home, fell sick, for he had received his death-blow; so he took to his bed and presently died. But as for Alaeddin, he went to the market and buying what victual he needed, made a banquet as usual against the night, saying to Zubeideh, ‘See these lying dervishes; they promised us and broke their promise.’ Quoth she, ‘Thou art the son of a Provost of the merchants