who had just returned from a wedding feast, went into his room, with a lanthorn in his hand.  He was not a little surprised to discover a man standing in his chimney; but being a stout fellow, and apprehending him to be a thief, he took up a stick, and making straight up to the hunch-back, “Ah!” said he, “I thought the rats and mice ate my butter and tallow; but it is you who come down the chimney to rob me?  However, I think you will have no wish to come here again.”  Upon this he attacked hunch-back, and struck him several times with his stick.  The corpse fell down flat on the ground, and the purveyor redoubled his blows.  But, observing that the body did not move, he stood a little time to regard it; and then, perceiving it to be dead, fear succeeded his anger.  “Wretched man that I am,” said he, “what have I done!  I have killed a man; alas, I have carried my revenge too far.  Good God, unless thou pity me my life is gone!  Cursed, ten thousand times accursed, be the fat and the oil that occasioned me to commit so criminal an action.”  He stood pale and thunderstruck; he fancied he already saw the officers come to drag him to condign punishment, and could not tell what resolution to take.

The sultan of Casgar’s purveyor had never noticed the little man’s hump-back when he was beating him, but as soon as he perceived it, he uttered a thousand imprecations against him.  “Ah, thou cursed hunch-back,” cried he, “thou crooked wretch, would to God thou hadst robbed me of all my fat, and I had not found thee here.  I then should not have been thrown into this perplexity on account of this and thy vile hunch.  Ye stars that twinkle in the heavens, give your light to none but me in this dangerous juncture.”  As soon as he had uttered these words, he took the crooked corpse upon his shoulders, and carried it to the end of the street, where he placed it in an upright posture against a shop; he then returned without once looking behind him.

A few minutes before day-break, a Christian merchant, who was very rich, and furnished the sultan’s palace with various articles, having sat up all night at a debauch, happened to come from his house in this direction on his way to the bath.  Though he was intoxicated, he was sensible that the night was far spent, and that the people would soon be called to morning prayers; he therefore quickened his pace to get to the bath in time, lest some Mussulmaun, in his way to the mosque, should meet him and carry him to prison for a drunkard.  When he came to the end of the street, he had occasion to stop by the shop where the sultan’s purveyor had put the hunch-backed corpse; which being jostled by him, tumbled upon the merchant’s back.  The merchant thinking he was attacked by a robber, knocked it down, and after redoubling his blows, cried out “Thieves!”