How Bahrám, returning from Hunting, went to the House of a Merchant and departed displeased

Bahrám thereat ceased longing for old cheese. Grieved at his words he ate, referring not To what had passed. When it was sleeping-time He slept and said naught further to the merchant.

Now when the sun rose o’er the heaving deep, And when the Cloak pitch-hued had disappeared, The wealthy merchant said to his apprentice :— “ O simpleton ! why didst thou buy a fowl Not worth a drachm for more and wrong me so ? Had’t been a proper fowl then he and I Had fallen not out last night, or hadst thou spent A quarter of a drachm in buying cheese He would have been to me like milk and water To-day.”