there was naught seen on earth like the gravity of Shagpat as he lolled before those people, that failed not to assemble in groups and gaze at him.  He was as a sleepy lion cased in his mane; as an owl drowsy in the daylight.  Now would he close an eye, or move two fingers, but of other motion made he none, yet the people gazed at him with eagerness.  Shibli Bagarag was astonished at them, thinking, ’Hair! hair!  There is might in hair; but there is greater might in the barber!  Nevertheless here the barber is scorned, the grower of crops held in amazing reverence.’  Then thought he, ’’Tis truly wondrous the crop he groweth; not even King Shamshureen, after a thousand years, sported such mighty profusion!  Him I sheared:  it was a high task!—­why not this Shagpat?’

Now, long gazing on Shagpat awoke in Shibli Bagarag fierce desire to shear him, and it was scarce in his power to restrain himself from flying at the clothier, he saying, ’What obstacle now? what protecteth him?  Nay, why not trust to the old woman?  Said she not I should first essay on Shagpat? and ’twas my folly in appealing to the King that brought on me that thwacking.  ’Tis well!  I’ll trust to her words.  Wullahy! will it not lead me to great things?’

So it was, that as he thought this he continued to keep eye on Shagpat, and the hunger that was in him passed, and became a ravenous vulture that flew from him and singled forth Shagpat as prey; and there was no help for it but in he must go and state his case to Shagpat, and essay shearing him.

Now, when he was in the presence, he exclaimed, ’Peace, O vendor of apparel, unto thee and unto thine!’

Shagpat answered, ‘That with thee!’

Said Shibli Bagarag, ’I have heard of thee, O thou wonder!  Wullahy!  I am here to render homage to that I behold.’

Shagpat answered, ‘’Tis well!’

Then said Shibli Bagarag, ’Praise my discretion!  I have even this day entered the city, and it is to thee I offer the first shave, O tangle of glory!’

At these words Shagpat darkened, saying gruffly, ’Thy jest is offensive, and it is unseasonable for staleness and lack of holiness.’

But Shibli Bagarag cried, ’No jest, O purveyor to the outward of us! but a very excellent earnest.’

Thereat the face of Shagpat was as an exceeding red berry in a bush, and he said angrily, ’Have done! no more of it! or haply my spleen will be awakened, and that of them who see with more eyes than two.’

Nevertheless Shibli Bagarag urged him, and he winked, and gesticulated, and pointed to his head, crying, ’Fall not, O man of the nicety of measure, into the trap of error; for ’tis I that am a barber, and a rarity in this city, even Shibli Bagarag of Shiraz!  Know me nephew of the renowned Baba Mustapha, chief barber to the Court of Persia.  Languishest thou not for my art?  Lo! with three sweeps I’ll give thee a clean poll, all save the Identical! and I can discern and save it; fear me not, nor distrust my skill and the cunning that is mine.’