ABSTRACT
As the princess was sprinkling rose-water upon Maaruf's brow to bring him to himself, the terrifying shrew burst in upon them, brandishing a cudgel which she had brought all the way from Egypt. 'Where is that son of adultery?' she cried. 'Where is that pimp?' At first sight of Fatimah's pitchy cheeks, the princess rubbed the carnelian of the ring and gave a quick order to the Father of Fortune. Instantly the woman was frozen in her place, her arm thrown up, her face tortured with anger, as if she had been held by forty arms.
