Going farther into the town, he stopped at a tailor’s shop, whom he knew to be a Mussulmaun by his dress.  Having saluted him, he sat down, and told him the occasion of the trouble he was in.

When prince Amgiad had done talking, the tailor replied, “If your brother has fallen into the hands of some magicians, depend upon it you will never see him more.  He is lost past all recovery; and I advise you to comfort yourself as well as you can, and to beware of falling into the same misfortune:  to which end, if you will take my advice, you shall stay at my house, and I will tell you all the tricks of these magicians, that you may take care of yourself, when you go out.”  Amgiad, afflicted for the loss of his brother, accepted the tailor’s offer and thanked him a thousand times for his kindness to him.

The Story of the Prince Amgiad and a Lady of the City of the Magicians.

For a whole month prince Amgiad never went out of the tailor’s house without being accompanied by his host.  At last he ventured to go alone to the bath.  As he was returning home, he met a lady on the way.  Seeing a handsome young man, she lifted up her veil, asked him with a smiling air, and bewitching look, whither he was going?  Amgiad was overpowered by her charms, and replied, “Madam, I am going to my own house, or, if you please, I will go to yours.”

“My lord,” resumed the lady, with a smile, “ladies of my quality never take men to their houses, they always accompany them to theirs.”

Amgiad was much perplexed by this unexpected reply.  He durst not venture to take her home to his landlord’s house, lest he should give him offence, and thereby lose his protection, of which he had so much need, in a city which required him to be always on his guard.  He knew so little of the town, that he could not tell where to convey her, and he could not make up his mind to suffer the adventure to go unimproved.  In this uncertainty, he determined to throw himself upon chance; and without making any answer, went on, and the lady followed him.  Amgiad led her from street to street, from square to square, till they were both weary with walking.  At last they entered a street, at the end of which was a closed gateway leading to a handsome mansion.  On each side of the gateway was a bench.  Amgiad sat down on one of them, as if to take breath:  and the lady, more weary than he, seated herself on the other.

When she had taken her seat, she asked him, whether that was his house?  “You see it, madam,” said Amgiad.  “Why do you not open the gate then,” demanded the lady; “what do you wait for?” “Fair lady,” answered Amgiad, “I have not the key; I left it with my slave, when I sent him on an errand, and he cannot be come back yet:  besides, I ordered him afterwards to provide something good for dinner; so that I am afraid we shall wait a long time for him.”

The prince, meeting with so many obstacles to the satisfying of his passion, began to repent of having proceeded so far, and contrived this answer, in hopes that the lady would take the hint, would leave him out of resentment, and seek elsewhere for a lover; but he was mistaken.