The lady was not satisfied with this chastisement.  She also rose, took the stick, and fell upon Bahader so unmercifully, that the tears came into his eyes.  Amgiad, offended to the last degree at the freedom she took, and that she should use one of the king’s chief officers so ill, called out to her in vain to forbear.  “Let me alone,” said she “I will give him enough, and teach him to be absent so long another time.”  She continued beating him with great fury, till Amgiad rose from the table, and forced the stick out of her hand which she did not relinquish without much struggling.  When she found she could beat Bahader no longer, she sat down, railed at and cursed him.

Bahader wiped his eyes, and stood up to fill out wine When he saw they had done eating and drinking, he took away the cloth, cleared the hall, put every thing in its place; and night coming on, lighted up the lamps.  Every time he came in, or went out, the lady muttered, threatened him, and gave him abusive language, to Amgiad’s great regret, who would have hindered her, but could not.  When it was time for them to retire to bed, Bahader prepared one for them on the sofa, and withdrew into a chamber, where he laid himself down, and soon fell asleep, having been fatigued with his beating.  Amgiad and the lady entertained one another for some time afterwards.  The lady before she went to bed having occasion to go to another part of the house, passing through the vestibule, heard Bahader snore, and having seen a sabre hanging up in the hall, turned back, and said to Amgiad, “My lord, as you love me, do one thing for me.”  “In what can I serve you?” asked the prince.  “Oblige me so far as to take down this sabre and cut off your slave’s head.”  Amgiad was astonished at such a proposal from a lady, and made no doubt but it was the wine she had drunk that induced her to make it.  “Madam,” said he, “let us suffer him to rest, he is not worthy of your farther notice:  I have beaten him, and you have beaten him:  that ought to be sufficient; besides, I am in other respects well satisfied with him.”

“That shall not satisfy me,” replied the lady, in a violent passion; “the rascal shall die, if not by your hands, by mine.”  As she spoke, she took down the sabre from the place where it hung, drew it out of the scabbard, and prepared to execute her wicked design.

Amgiad met her in the vestibule, saying, “You shall be satisfied, madam, since you will have it so; but I should be sorry that any one besides myself should kill my slave.”  When she had given him the sabre, “Come, follow me,” said he; “make no noise, lest we should awaken him.”  They went into Bahader’s chamber, where Amgiad, instead of striking him, aimed his blow at the lady, and cut off her head, which fell upon Bahader.