There was once, of old days, a king of the kings, whose name was
Azádbakht; his capital was hight Kunaym Madúd[131] and his kingdom
extended to the confines of Sístán[132] and from the confines of
Hindostan to the Indian Ocean. He had ten Wazirs, who ordered his
kingship and his dominion, and he was possessed of judgment and
exceeding wisdom. One day he went forth with certain of his guards to
the chase and fell in with an Eunuch riding a mare and hending in hand
the halter of a she-mule, which he led along. On the mule’s back was a
domed litter of brocade purfled with gold and girded with an embroidered
band set with pearls and gems, and about it was a company of Knights.
When King Azadbakht saw this, he separated himself from his suite and,
making for the horsemen and that mule, questioned them, saying, “To whom
belongeth this litter and what is therein?” The Eunuch answered, (for he
knew not that the speaker was King Azadbakht,) saying, “This litter
belongeth to Isfahand, Wazir to King Azadbakht, and therein is his
daughter, whom he is minded to marry to the King hight Zád Sháh.”
As the Eunuch was speaking with the king, behold, the maiden raised a
corner of the curtain that shut in the litter, so she might look upon
the speaker, and saw the king. When Azadbakht beheld her and noted her
fashion and her loveliness, (and indeed never did seer[133] espy her
like,) his soul inclined to her and she took hold upon his heart and he
was ravished by her sight. So he said to the Eunuch, “Turn the mule’s
head and return, for I am King Azadbakht and in very sooth I will marry
her myself, inasmuch as Isfahand her sire is my Wazir and he will accept
of this affair and it will not be hard to him.” Answered the Eunuch, “O
king, Allah prolong thy continuance, have patience till I acquaint my
lord her parent, and thou shalt wed her in the way of consent, for it
besitteth thee not, neither is it seemly for thee, to seize her on this
wise, seeing that it will be an affront to her father an if thou take
her without his knowledge.” Quoth Azadbakht, “I have not patience to
wait till thou repair to her sire and return, and no shame will betide
him, if I marry her.” And quoth the eunuch, “O my lord, naught that in
haste is done long endureth nor doth the heart rejoice therein; and
indeed it behoveth thee not to take her on this unseemly wise.
Whatsoever betideth thee, destroy not thyself with haste, for I know
that her sire’s breast will be straitened by this affair and this that
thou dost will not win thy wish.” But the king said, “Verily, Isfahand
is my Mameluke and a slave of my slaves, and I reck not of her father,
an he be fain or unfain.” So saying, he drew the reins of the mule and
carrying the damsel, whose name was Bahrjaur,[134] to his house married
her. Meanwhile, the Eunuch betook himself, he and the knights to her
sire and said to him, “O my lord, thou hast served the king a many
years’ service and thou hast not failed him a single day; and now he
hath taken thy daughter without thy consent and permission.” And he
related to him what had passed and how the king had seized her by force.
When Isfahand heard the eunuch’s words, he was wroth with exceeding
wrath and assembling many troops, said to them, “Whenas the king was
occupied with his women[135] we took no reck of him; but now he putteth
out his hand to our Harim; wherefore ’tis my rede that we look us out a
place wherein we may have sanctuary.” Then he wrote a letter to King
Azadbakht, saying to him, “I am a Mameluke of thy Mamelukes and a slave
of thy slaves and my daughter at thy service is a hand-maid, and
Almighty Allah prolong thy days and appoint thy times to be in joy and
gladness! Indeed, I went ever waist-girded in thy service and in caring
to conserve thy dominion and warding off from thee all thy foes; but now
I abound yet more than erewhile in zeal and watchfulness, because I have
taken this charge upon myself, since my daughter is become thy wife.”
And he despatched a courier to the king with the letter and a present.
When the messenger came to King Azadbakht and he read the letter and the
present was laid before him, he rejoiced with joy exceeding and occupied
himself with eating and drinking, hour after hour. But the chief Wazir
of his Wazirs came to him and said, “O king, know that Isfahand the
Wazir is thine enemy, for that his soul liketh not that which thou hast
done with him, and this message he hath sent thee is a trick; so rejoice
thou not therein, neither be thou misled by the sweets of his say and
the softness of his speech.” The king hearkened to his Wazir’s speech,
but presently made light of the matter and busied himself with that
which he was about of eating and drinking, pleasuring and merrymaking.
Meanwhile, Isfahand the Wazir wrote a letter and sent it to all the
Emirs, acquainting them with that which had betided him from King
Azadbakht and how he had forced his daughter, adding, “And indeed he
will do with you more than he hath done with me.” When the letter
reached the chiefs,[136] they all assembled together to Isfahand and
said to him, “What was his affair?”[137] Accordingly he discovered to
them the matter of his daughter and they all agreed, of one accord, to
strive for the slaughter of the king; and, taking horse with their
troops, they set out to seek him. Azadbakht knew naught till the noise
of the revolt beset his capital city, when he said to his wife Bahrjaur,
“How shall we do?” She answered, “Thou knowest best and I am at thy
commandment;” so he bade fetch two swift horses and bestrode one
himself, whilst his wife mounted the other. Then they took what they
could of gold and went forth, flying through the night to the desert of
Karmán;[138] while Isfahand entered the city and made himself king. Now
King Azadbakht’s wife was big with child and the labour pains took her
in the mountain; so they alighted at the foot, by a spring of water, and
she bare a boy as he were the moon. Bahrjaur his mother pulled off a
coat of gold-woven brocade and wrapped the child therein, and they
passed the night in that place, she giving him the breast till morning.
Then said the king to her, “We are hampered by this child and cannot
abide here nor can we carry him with us; so methinks we had better leave
him in this stead and wend our ways, for Allah is able to send him one
who shall take him and rear him.” So they wept over him with exceeding
sore weeping and left him beside the fountain, wrapped in that coat of
brocade: then they laid at his head a thousand gold pieces in a bag and
mounting their horses, fared forth and fled. Now, by the ordinance of
the Most High Lord, a company of highway robbers fell upon a caravan
hard by that mountain and despoiled them of what was with them of
merchandise. Then they betook themselves to the highlands, so they might
share their loot, and looking at the foot thereof, espied the coat of
brocade: so they descended to see what it was, and behold, it was a boy
wrapped therein and the gold laid at his head. They marvelled and said,
“Praised be Allah! By what misdeed cometh this child here?” Thereupon
they divided the money between them and the captain[139] of the
highwaymen took the boy and made him his son and fed him with sweet milk
and dates,[140] till he came to his house, when he appointed a nurse for
rearing him. Meanwhile, King Azadbakht and his wife stayed not in their
flight till they came to the court of the King of Fars, whose name was
Kisra[141]. When they presented themselves to him, he honoured them with
all honour and entertained them with handsomest entertainment, and
Azadbakht told him his tale from incept to conclusion. So he gave him a
mighty power and wealth galore and he abode with him some days till he
was rested, when he made ready with his host and setting out for his own
dominions, waged war with Isfahand and falling in upon the capital,
defeated the whilome Minister and slew him. Then he entered the city and
sat down on the throne of his kingship; and whenas he was rested and his
kingdom waxed peaceful for him, he despatched messengers to the mountain
aforesaid in search of the child; but they returned and informed the
king that they had not found him. As time ran on, the boy, the son of
the king, grew up and fell to cutting the way[142] with the highwaymen,
and they used to carry him with them, whenever they went banditing. They
sallied forth one day upon a caravan in the land of Sistan, and there
were in that caravan strong men and valiant, and with them a mighty
store of merchandise. Now they had heard that in that land banditti
abounded: so they gathered themselves together and gat ready their
weapons and sent out spies, who returned and gave them news of the
plunderers. Accordingly, they prepared for battle, and when the robbers
drew near the caravan, they fell upon them and the twain fought a sore
fight. At last the caravan-folk overmastered the highwaymen by dint of
numbers, and slew some of them, whilst the others fled. They also took
the boy, the son of King Azadbakht, and seeing him as he were the moon,
a model of beauty and loveliness, bright of face and engraced with
grace, asked him, “Who is thy father, and how camest thou with these
banditti?” And he answered, saying, “I am the son of the Captain of the
highwaymen.” So they seized him and carried him to the capital of his
sire, King Azadbakht. When they reached the city, the king heard of
their coming and commanded that they should attend him with what
befitted of their goods. Accordingly they presented themselves before
him, and the boy with them, whom when the king saw, he asked them, “To
whom belongeth this boy?” and they answered, “O King, we were going on
such a road, when there came out upon us a sort of robbers; so we fought
them and beat them off and took this boy prisoner. Then we questioned
him, saying, Who is thy sire? and he replied, I am the son of the
robber-captain.” Quoth the king, “I would fain have this boy;” and quoth
the captain of the caravan, “Allah maketh thee gift of him, O king of
the age, and we all are thy slaves.” Then the king (who was not aware
that the boy was his son) dismissed the caravan and bade carry the lad
into his palace and he became as one of the pages, while his sire the
king still knew not that he was his child. As the days rolled on, the
king observed in him good breeding and understanding and handiness
galore and he pleased him; so he committed his treasuries to his charge
and shortened the Wazirs’ hand therefrom, commanding that naught should
be taken forth save by leave of the youth. On this wise he abode a
number of years and the king saw in him only good conduct and the habit
of righteousness. Now the treasuries had been aforetime in the hands of
the Wazirs to do with them whatso they would, and when they came under
the youth’s hand, that of the Ministers was shortened from them, and he
became dearer than a son to the king who could not support being
separated from him. When the Wazirs saw this, they were jealous of him
and envied him and sought a device against him whereby they might oust
him from the King’s eye,[143] but found no means. At last, when Fate
descended,[144] it chanced that the youth one day of the days drank wine
and became drunken and wandered from his right wits; so he fell to going
round about within the king’s palace and Destiny led him to the lodging
of the women, in which there was a little sleeping chamber, where the
king lay with his wife. Thither came the youth and entering the
dormitory, found there a spread couch, to wit, a sleeping place: so he
cast himself on the bed, marvelling at the paintings that were in the
chamber, which was lighted by one waxen taper. Presently he fell asleep
and slumbered heavily till eventide, when there came a hand-maid,
bringing with her as of wont all the dessert, eatables and drinkables,
usually made ready for the king and his wife, and seeing the youth lying
on his back, (and none knowing of his case and he in his drunkenness
unknowing where he was), thought that he was the king asleep on his
couch; so she set the censing-vessel and laid the perfumes by the
bedding, then shut the door and went her ways. Soon after this, the king
arose from the wine-chamber and taking his wife by the hand, repaired
with her to the chamber in which he slept. He opened the door and
entered when, lo and behold! he saw the youth lying on the bed,
whereupon he turned to his wife and said to her, “What doth this youth
here? This fellow cometh not hither save on thine account.” Said she, “I
have no knowledge of him.” Hereupon the youth awoke and seeing the king,
sprang up and prostrated himself before him, and Azadbakht said to him,
“O vile of birth,[145] O traitor of unworth, what hath driven thee to my
dwelling?” And he bade imprison him in one place and the Queen in
another.
The First Day.