leather, adorning it with rich gold embroidery.  I then got a locksmith to make me a bit and a pair of spurs after a pattern that I drew for him, and when all these things were completed I presented them to the King and showed him how to use them.  When I had saddled one of his horses he mounted it and rode about quite delighted with the novelty, and to show his gratitude he rewarded me with large gifts.  After this I had to make saddles for all the principal officers of the King’s household, and as they all gave me rich presents I soon became very wealthy and quite an important person in the city.

One day the King sent for me and said, “Sindbad, I am going to ask a favor of you.  Both I and my subjects esteem you, and wish you to end your days amongst us.  Therefore I desire that you will marry a rich and beautiful lady whom I will find for you, and think no more of your own country.”

As the King’s will was law I accepted the charming bride he presented to me, and lived happily with her.  Nevertheless I had every intention of escaping at the first opportunity, and going back to Bagdad.  Things were thus going prosperously with me when it happened that the wife of one of my neighbors, with whom I had struck up quite a friendship, fell ill, and presently died.  I went to his house to offer my consolations, and found him in the depths of woe.

“Heaven preserve you,” said I, “and send you a long life!”

“Alas!” he replied, “what is the good of saying that when I have but an hour left to live!”

“Come, come!” said I, “surely it is not so bad as all that.  I trust that you may be spared to me for many years.”

“I hope,” answered he, “that your life may be long, but as for me, all is finished.  I have set my house in order, and to-day I shall be buried with my wife.  This has been the law upon our island from the earliest ages—­the living husband goes to the grave with his dead wife, the living wife with her dead husband.  So did our fathers, and so must we do.  The law changes not, and all must submit to it!”

As he spoke the friends and relations of the unhappy pair began to assemble.  The body, decked in rich robes and sparkling with jewels, was laid upon an open bier, and the procession started, taking its way to a high mountain at some distance from the city, the wretched husband, clothed from head to foot in a black mantle, following mournfully.

When the place of interment was reached the corpse was lowered, just as it was, into a deep pit.  Then the husband, bidding farewell to all his friends, stretched himself upon another bier, upon which were laid seven little loaves of bread and a pitcher of water, and he also was let down-down-down to the depths of the horrible cavern, and then a stone was laid over the opening, and the melancholy company wended its way back to the city.

You may imagine that I was no unmoved spectator of these proceedings; to all the others it was a thing to which they had been accustomed from their youth up; but I was so horrified that I could not help telling the King how it struck me.