house, who was not yet gone to bed.  He did not doubt but this unexpected violence was by the caliph’s order, who, he thought, had been informed of his favourite’s meeting the prince of Persia there.  He heard a great noise in his house, which continued till midnight:  and when all was quiet, as he thought, he desired his neighbour to lend him a cimeter; and being thus armed, went on till he came to the gate of his own house:  he entered the court full of fear, and perceived a man, who asked him who he was; he knew by his voice that it was his own slave.  “How did you manage,” said he, “to avoid being taken by the watch?” “Sir,” answered the slave, “I hid myself in a corner of the court, and I went out as soon as I heard the noise.  But it was not the watch who broke into your house:  they were robbers, who within these few days robbed another house in this neighbourhood.  They doubtless had notice of the rich furniture you brought hither, and had that in view.”

The jeweller thought his slave’s conjecture probable enough.  He entered the house, and saw that the robbers had taken all the furniture out of the apartment where he received Schemselnihar and her lover, that they had also carried off the gold and silver plate, and, in a word, had left nothing.  Perceiving this desolation, he exclaimed, “O heaven!  I am irrecoverably ruined!  What will my friends say, and what excuse can I make when I shall tell them that the robbers have broken into my house, and robbed me of all they had generously lent me?  I shall never be able to make up their loss.  Besides, what is become of Schemselnihar and the prince of Persia?  This business will be so public, that it will be impossible but it must reach the caliph’s ears.  He will get notice of this meeting, and I shall fall a sacrifice to his fury.”  The slave, who was very much attached to him, endeavoured to comfort him.  “As to Schemselnihar,” said he, “the robbers would probably consent themselves with stripping her, and you have reason to think that she is retired to her palace with her slaves.  The prince of Persia too has probably escaped, so that you have reason to hope the caliph will never know of this adventure.  As for the loss your friends have sustained, that is a misfortune that you could not avoid.  They know very well the robbers are numerous, that they have not only pillaged the house I have already spoken of, but many other houses of the principal noblemen of the court:  and they are not ignorant that, notwithstanding the orders given to apprehend them, nobody has been yet able to seize any of them.  You will be acquitted by restoring your friends the value of the things that are stolen, and, blessed be God, you will have enough left.”

While they were waiting for day-light, the jeweller ordered the slave to mend the street door, which was broken, as well as he could:  after which he returned to his usual residence with his slave, making melancholy reflections on what had happened.  “Ebn Thaher,” said he to himself, “has been wiser than I; he foresaw the misfortune into which I have blindly thrown myself:  would to God I had never meddled in this intrigue, which will, perhaps, cost me my life!”