When It Was The Fifth Night...
(Text edited from Richard Burton’s translation of the Arabian Nights as seen on this site. They have footnotes and everything.)
[Dunyazade] said, “Do you finish for us thy story if thou be not sleepy.”
And [Scheherazade] resumed:–It hath reached me, O auspicious King and mighty Monarch, that King Yunan said to his Minister, “O Wazir, thou art one whom the evil spirit of envy hath possessed because of this physician, and thou plottest for my putting him to death, after which I should repent me full sorely, even as repented King Sinbad for killing his falcon.” Quoth the Wazir, Pardon me, O King of the age, how was that?“ So the King began the story of
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It is said (but Allah is All knowing!) that there was a King of the Kings of Fars, who was fond of pleasuring and diversion, especially coursing end hunting. He had reared a falcon which he carried all night on his fist, and whenever he went a chasing he took with him this bird; and he bade make for her a golden cuplet hung around her neck to give her drink therefrom.