“Well,” said Yebor, shaking his bald pate, “we must impale Zadig for having thought contemptuously of griffins, and the other for having spoken disrespectfully of rabbits.”  Cador hushed up the affair by means of a maid of honor with whom he had a love affair, and who had great interest in the College of the Magi.  Nobody was impaled.

This levity occasioned a great murmuring among some of the doctors, who from thence predicted the fall of Babylon.  “Upon what does happiness depend?” said Zadig.  “I am persecuted by everything in the world, even on account of beings that have no existence.”  He cursed those men of learning, and resolved for the future to live with none but good company.

He assembled at his house the most worthy men and the most beautiful ladies of Babylon.  He gave them delicious suppers, often preceded by concerts of music, and always animated by polite conversation, from which he knew how to banish that affectation of wit which is the surest method of preventing it entirely, and of spoiling the pleasure of the most agreeable society.  Neither the choice of his friends, nor that of the dishes was made by vanity; for in everything he preferred the substance to the shadow; and by these means he procured that real respect to which he did not aspire.

Opposite to his house lived one Arimazes, a man whose deformed countenance was but a faint picture of his still more deformed mind.  His heart was a mixture of malice, pride, and envy.  Having never been able to succeed in any of his undertakings, he revenged himself on all around him by loading them with the blackest calumnies.  Rich as he was, he found it difficult to procure a set of flatterers.  The rattling of the chariots that entered Zadig’s court in the evening filled him with uneasiness; the sound of his praises enraged him still more.  He sometimes went to Zadig’s house, and sat down at table without being desired; where he spoiled all the pleasure of the company, as the harpies are said to infect the viands they touch.  It happened that one day he took it in his head to give an entertainment to a lady, who, instead of accepting it, went to sup with Zadig.  At another time, as he was talking with Zadig at court, a minister of state came up to them, and invited Zadig to supper without inviting Arimazes.  The most implacable hatred has seldom a more solid foundation.  This man, who in Babylon was called the Envious, resolved to ruin Zadig because he was called the Happy.  “The opportunity of doing mischief occurs a hundred times in a day, and that of doing good but once a year,” as sayeth the wise Zoroaster.