"He says his face will be whitened by the rays of your highness's wisdom, the like to which he has never before seen," the vizier interpreted.
"Umph!" growled his superior.
Then addressing himself once more to the defendant, he said—
"Go on."
"Well, in the midst of my practice that fat Turk burst through the partition of my room, scimitar in hand. The first thing I saw on his head was my turban, which I lost a week ago. I seized my own property——"
"Inshallah!" shouted the bashaw, "this fellow is telling the same story as the other. He is laughing at our beards and making us eat dirt. I'll hear no more."
"But, your worship——"
"I'll hear no more!" shouted the judge. "I find him guilty on all points."
"But my flute——"
"Your flute is forfeited."