more, because I thought they were persons of rank.  Through all the rags that covered them, notwithstanding the impression the sun has made on their faces, I discovered a noble air, not to be commonly found in those people I relieve.  I carried them both to my house, and delivered them to my wife, who was of the same opinion with me.  She caused her slaves to provide them good beds, whilst she herself led them to our warm bath, and gave them clean linen.  We know not as yet who they are, because we wish to let them take some rest before we trouble them with our questions.”

Fetnah, without knowing why, felt a curiosity to see them.  The syndic would have conducted her to his house, but she would not give him the trouble, and was satisfied that a slave should shew her the way.  She alighted at the door, and followed the syndic’s slave, who was gone before to give notice to his mistress, she being then in the chamber with Jalib al Koolloob and her mother, for they were the persons the syndic had been speaking of to Fetnah.

The syndic’s wife being informed by the slave, that a lady from the palace was in her house, was hastening to meet her; but Fetnah, who had followed the slave, did not give her time:  on her coming into the chamber, the syndic’s wife prostrated herself before her, to express the respect she had for all who belonged to the caliph.  Fetnah raised her up, and said, “My good lady, I desire you will let me speak with those two strangers that arrived at Bagdad last night.”  “Madam,” answered the syndic’s wife, “they lie in those beds you see by each other.”  The favourite immediately drew near the mother’s, and viewing her carefully, “Good woman,” said she, “I come to offer you my assistance:  I have considerable interest in this city, and may be of service to you and your companion.”  “Madam,” answered Ganem’s mother, “I perceive by your obliging offers, that Heaven has not quite forsaken us, though we had cause to believe it had, after so many misfortunes as have befallen us.”  Having uttered these words, she wept so bitterly that Fetnah and the syndic’s wife could not forbear letting fall some tears.

The caliph’s favourite having dried up hers, said to Ganem’s mother, “Be so kind as to tell us your misfortunes, and recount your story.  You cannot make the relation to any persons better disposed to use all possible means to comfort you.”  “Madam,” replied Abou Ayoub’s disconsolate widow, “a favourite of the commander of the true believers, a lady whose name is Fetnah, is the occasion of all our misfortunes.”  These words were like a thunderbolt to the favourite; but suppressing her agitation and concern, she suffered Ganem’s mother to proceed in the following manner:  “I am the widow of Abou Ayoub, a merchant of Damascus; I had a son called Ganem, who, coming to trade at Bagdad, has been accused of carrying off Fetnah.  The caliph caused search to be made for him every where, to put him to death; but not finding