A king of the Arabs, wise and well-advised, was one day seated with his
counsellors, who were loud in the praise of women, lauding their virtues
and their wisdom. "Cut short these words," said the king. "Never since
the world began has there been a good woman. They love for their own
ends." "But," pleaded his sages, "O King, thou art hasty. Women there
are, wise and faithful and spotless, who love their husbands and tend
their children." "Then," said the king, "here is my city before you:
search it through, and find one of the good women of whom you speak."
They sought, and they found a woman, chaste and wise, fair as the moon
and bright as the sun, the wife of a wealthy trader; and the counsellors
reported about her to the king. He sent for her husband, and received him
with favor. "I have something for thy ear," said the king. "I have a good
and desirable daughter: she is my only child; I will not give her to a
king or a prince: let me find a simple, faithful man, who will love her
and hold her in esteem. Thou art such a one; thou shalt have her. But
thou art married: slay thy wife to-night, and to-morrow thou shalt wed my
daughter." "I am unworthy," pleaded the man, "to be the shepherd of thy
flock, much less the husband of thy daughter." But the king would take no
denial. "But how shall I kill my wife? For fifteen years she has eaten of
my bread and drunk of my cup. She is the joy of my heart; her love and
esteem grow day by day." "Slay her," said the king, "and be king
hereafter." He went forth from the presence, downcast and sad, thinking
over, and a little shaken by, the king's temptation. At home he saw his
wife and his two babes. "Better," he cried, "is my wife than a kingdom.
Cursed be all kings who tempt men to sip sorrow, calling it joy." The
king waited his coming in vain; and then he sent messengers to the man's
shop. When he found that the man's love had conquered his lust, he said,
with a sneer, "Thou art no man: thy heart is a woman's."
In the evening the king summoned the woman secretly. She came, and the
king praised her beauty and her wisdom. His heart, he said, was burning
with love for her, but he could not wed another man's wife. "Slay thy
husband to-night, and tomorrow be my queen." With a smile, the woman
consented; and the king gave her a sword made of tin, for he knew the
weak mind of woman. "Strike once," he said to her; "the sword is sharp;
you need not essay a second blow." She gave her husband a choice repast,
and wine to make him drunken. As he lay asleep, she grasped the sword and
struck him on the head; and the tin bent, and he awoke. With some ado she
quieted him, and he fell asleep again. Next morning the king summoned
her, and asked whether she had obeyed his orders. "Yes," said she, "but
thou didst frustrate thine own counsel." Then the king assembled his
sages, and bade her tell all that she had attempted; and the husband,
too, was fetched, to tell his story. "Did I not tell you to cease your
praises of women?" asked the king, triumphantly.