At the distance of three farsangs from the town there was a village where the superintendent concealed himself in the corner of a mosque.  During the evenings he went from house to house and begged for food to sustain life, until his mustachios again grew and the tattooed scars gradually began to disappear.  Whenever anyone inquired for the superintendent at his house, he was informed by the servants that the gentleman was sick.  After one month had expired, the grief of separation and the misery of his condition had again driven him back to the city.  He went to the convent because fear hindered him from going to the house.  His wife happened one day to catch a glimpse of him from her window, and perceived him sitting in the same dress with a company of kalandars.  She felt compassion for him, called the servant and said, “The superintendent has had enough of this!” She made a loaf of bread and put some opiate into it, and said, “When the kalandars are asleep, you must go and place this loaf under the pillow of the superintendent.”  The servant obeyed, and when the gentleman awoke in the middle of the night he was surprised to find the loaf.  He fancied that when his companions had during the night returned from begging, they had placed it there, and so he ate some of it.  During the same night the servant went there by the command of the lady, took his master on his back and carried him home.  When it was morning, the lady took off the kalandar’s clothes from her husband and dressed him in his own garments, and began to make sweetmeats as on the former occasion.  After some time he began to move, and his wife exclaimed, “O superintendent, do not sleep so much.  I have told you that we shall spend this day in joy and pleasure, and it was not fair of you to pass the time in this lazy way.  Lift up your head and see what beautiful sweetmeats I have baked for you.”  When he opened his eyes, and saw himself dressed in his own clothes and at home, the rosebush of his amazement again brought forth the flowers of astonishment, and he said, “God be praised!  What has happened to me?” He sat up, and exclaimed, “Wife, things have happened to me which I can scarcely describe.”  She replied, “From the uneasy motions which you have made in your sleep, it appears you must have had extraordinary dreams.”  “Dreams, forsooth,” said he, “since the moment I lay down I have experienced the most strange adventures.”  “Certainly,” rejoined the lady, “last night you have been eating food disagreeing with your constitution, and to-day the vapours of it have ascended into your brains, and have caused you all this distress.”  The superintendent said, “Yes last night we went to a party in the house of Serjeant Bahman, and there was roasted pillau, of which I ate somewhat more than usual, and the vapour of it has occasioned me all this trouble.’’[FN#597]