Sire, there was once upon a time a merchant who possessed great wealth, in

land and merchandise, as well as in ready money. He was obliged from time to

time to take journeys to arrange his affairs. One day, having to go a long way

from home, he mounted his horse, taking with him a small wallet in which he

had put a few biscuits and dates, because he had to pass through the desert where

no food was to be got. He arrived without any mishap, and, having finished his

business, set out on his return. On the fourth day of his journey, the heat of the

sun being very great, he turned out of his road to rest under some trees. He found

at the foot of a large walnut-tree a fountain of clear and running water. He

dismounted, fastened his horse to a branch of the tree, and sat by the fountain,

after having taken from his wallet some of his dates and biscuits. When he had

finished this frugal meal he washed his face and hands in the fountain.

When he was thus employed he saw an enormous genius, white with rage,

coming towards him, with a scimitar in his hand.

"Arise," he cried in a terrible voice, "and let me kill you as you have killed

my son!"

As he uttered these words he gave a frightful yell. The merchant, quite as

much terrified at the hideous face of the monster as at his words, answered him

tremblingly, "Alas, good sir, what can I have done to you to deserve death?"

"I shall kill you," repeated the genius, "as you have killed my son."

"But," said the merchant, "how can I have killed your son? I do not know

him, and I have never even seen him."

"When you arrived here did you not sit down on the ground?" asked the

genius, "and did you not take some dates from your wallet, and whilst eating

them did not you throw the stones about?"

"Yes," said the merchant, "I certainly did so."

"Then," said the genius, "I tell you you have killed my son, for whilst you

were throwing about the stones, my son passed by, and one of them struck him

in the eye and killed him. So I shall kill you."

"Ah, sir, forgive me!" cried the merchant.

"I will have no mercy on you," answered the genius.

"But I killed your son quite unintentionally, so I implore you to spare my

life."

"No," said the genius, "I shall kill you as you killed my son," and so saying,

he seized the merchant by the arm, threw him on the ground, and lifted his sabre

to cut off his head.

The merchant, protesting his innocence, bewailed his wife and children, and

tried pitifully to avert his fate. The genius, with his raised scimitar, waited till he

had finished, but was not in the least touched.

Scheherazade, at this point, seeing that it was day, and knowing that the

Sultan always rose very early to attend the council, stopped speaking.

"Indeed, sister," said Dinarzade, "this is a wonderful story."

"The rest is still more wonderful," replied Scheherazade, "and you would say

so, if the sultan would allow me to live another day, and would give me leave to

tell it to you the next night."

Schahriar, who had been listening to Scheherazade with pleasure, said to

himself, "I will wait till to-morrow; I can always have her killed when I have

heard the end of her story."

All this time the grand-vizir was in a terrible state of anxiety. But he was

much delighted when he saw the Sultan enter the council-chamber without

giving the terrible command that he was expecting.

The next morning, before the day broke, Dinarzade said to her sister, "Dear

sister, if you are awake I pray you to go on with your story."

The Sultan did not wait for Scheherazade to ask his leave. "Finish," said he,

"the story of the genius and the merchant. I am curious to hear the end."

So Scheherazade went on with the story. This happened every morning. The

Sultana told a story, and the Sultan let her live to finish it.

When the merchant saw that the genius was determined to cut off his head, he

said: "One word more, I entreat you. Grant me a little delay; just a short time to

go home and bid my wife and children farewell, and to make my will. When I

have done this I will come back here, and you shall kill me."

"But," said the genius, "if I grant you the delay you ask, I am afraid that you

will not come back."

"I give you my word of honour," answered the merchant, "that I will come

back without fail."

"How long do you require?" asked the genius.

"I ask you for a year's grace," replied the merchant. "I promise you that to-

morrow twelvemonth, I shall be waiting under these trees to give myself up to

you."

On this the genius left him near the fountain and disappeared.

The merchant, having recovered from his fright, mounted his horse and went

on his road.

When he arrived home his wife and children received him with the greatest

joy. But instead of embracing them he began to weep so bitterly that they soon

guessed that something terrible was the matter.

"Tell us, I pray you," said his wife, "what has happened."

"Alas!" answered her husband, "I have only a year to live."

Then he told them what had passed between him and the genius, and how he

had given his word to return at the end of a year to be killed. When they heard

this sad news they were in despair, and wept much.

The next day the merchant began to settle his affairs, and first of all to pay his

debts. He gave presents to his friends, and large alms to the poor. He set his

slaves at liberty, and provided for his wife and children. The year soon passed

away, and he was obliged to depart. When he tried to say good-bye he was quite

overcome with grief, and with difficulty tore himself away. At length he reached

the place where he had first seen the genius, on the very day that he had

appointed. He dismounted, and sat down at the edge of the fountain, where he

awaited the genius in terrible suspense.

Whilst he was thus waiting an old man leading a hind came towards him.

They greeted one another, and then the old man said to him, "May I ask, brother,

what brought you to this desert place, where there are so many evil genii about?

To see these beautiful trees one would imagine it was inhabited, but it is a

dangerous place to stop long in."

The merchant told the old man why he was obliged to come there. He

listened in astonishment.

"This is a most marvellous affair. I should like to be a witness of your

interview with the genius." So saying he sat down by the merchant.

While they were talking another old man came up, followed by two black

dogs. He greeted them, and asked what they were doing in this place. The old

man who was leading the hind told him the adventure of the merchant and the

genius. The second old man had not sooner heard the story than he, too, decided

to stay there to see what would happen. He sat down by the others, and was

talking, when a third old man arrived. He asked why the merchant who was with

them looked so sad. They told him the story, and he also resolved to see what

would pass between the genius and the merchant, so waited with the rest.

They soon saw in the distance a thick smoke, like a cloud of dust. This smoke

came nearer and nearer, and then, all at once, it vanished, and they saw the

genius, who, without speaking to them, approached the merchant, sword in hand,

and, taking him by the arm, said, "Get up and let me kill you as you killed my

son."

The merchant and the three old men began to weep and groan.

Then the old man leading the hind threw himself at the monster's feet and

said, "O Prince of the Genii, I beg of you to stay your fury and to listen to me. I

am going to tell you my story and that of the hind I have with me, and if you find

it more marvellous than that of the merchant whom you are about to kill, I hope

that you will do away with a third part of his punishment?"

The genius considered some time, and then he said, "Very well, I agree to

this."