“Well, then,” replied the caliph, “you shall now, Yussuf, try the power of this wonderful sword. Strike off that criminal’s head.”
Yussuf returned to the robber, who remained kneeling, and walked round him, crying out with a loud voice, “O sword, if this man be guilty, do thy duty; but if he be, as he has declared in his dying moments, innocent, then become thou harmless.” With these words Yussuf drew his sword, and exhibited a lath of palm-wood. “He is innocent, O caliph; this man, being unjustly condemned, ought to be set free.”
“Most certainly,” replied the caliph, delighted with the manoeuvre of Yussuf, “let him he liberated. Chief of the beeldars, we cannot part with a man, who, like Yussuf; possesses so famous a weapon. Let there be ten more beeldars appointed, and let Yussuf have the command of them as chief, with the same perquisites and salary as the other chiefs.”
Yussuf prostrated himself before the caliph, delighted with his good fortune, and as he retired, he exclaimed, “I am Yussuf, my trust is in God. Allah preserve the three Moussul merchants.”
It was not long before the caliph, Giaffar, and Mesrour, appeared again as the merchants to Yussuf, and heartily enjoyed his discomfiture and confusion, when they discovered themselves. Still Yussuf enjoyed the favour of Haroun to the end of his life, and was more fortunate than Giaffar and others, who only once fell under the wrath and suspicion of the all-powerful caliph.
“Such, O pacha, is the history of Yussuf, the water-carrier.”
“Yes, and a very good story too. Have you not another, Menouni?”
“Your highness,” replied Mustapha, “the caravan will depart at break of day, and Menouni has but three hours to prepare. It can no longer be detained without the chief making a report to the authorities, which would not be well received.”
“Be it so,” replied the pacha; “let Menouni be rewarded, and we will try to find some other story-teller, until his return from his pilgrimage.”