“It is long,” admitted Fattûḥ.
“And then he entered the bath and demanded a good ḥammâmjî to knead the weariness out of his bones. And the owner of the bath called out: ‘Bring the lame Cæsarean!’ Then said the traveller: ’A Cæsarean here and he lame!’ and he fled from Baghdâd.”
Fattûḥ is innocent of any sense of humour. “Oh Merciful,” said he gravely.
I do not know whether it was the effect produced by these
