<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2>ALI BABA AND THE FORTY THIEVES</h2>
<p class="p2">In a town in Persia lived two brothers named
Cassim and Ali Baba, between whom their father
at his death had left what little property he
possessed equally divided. Cassim, however,
having married the heiress of a rich merchant,
became soon after his marriage the owner of a
fine shop, together with several pieces of land,
and was in consequence, through no effort of his
own, the most considerable merchant in the town.
Ali Baba, on the other hand, was married to one
as poor as himself, and having no other means
of gaining a livelihood he used to go every day
into the forest to cut wood, and lading therewith
the three asses which were his sole stock-in-trade,
would then hawk it about the streets for sale.</p>
<p>One day while he was at work within the
skirts of the forest, Ali Baba saw advancing
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</SPAN></span>towards him across the open a large company of
horsemen, and fearing from their appearance that
they might be robbers, he left his asses to their
own devices and sought safety for himself in the
lower branches of a large tree which grew in the
close overshadowing of a precipitous rock.</p>
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<p class="caption">Their chief in a low but distinct voice
uttered the two words "Open Sesame!"</p>
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<p>Almost immediately it became evident that
this very rock was the goal toward which the
troop was bound, for having arrived they
alighted instantly from their horses, and took
down each man of them a sack which seemed
by its weight and form to be filled with gold.
There could no longer be any doubt that they
were robbers. Ali Baba counted forty of
them.</p>
<p>Just as he had done so, the one nearest to him,
who seemed to be their chief, advanced toward
the rock, and in a low but distinct voice uttered
the two words, "Open, Sesamé!" Immediately
the rock opened like a door, the captain and his
men passed in, and the rock closed behind them.</p>
<p>For a long while Ali Baba waited, not daring
to descend from his hiding-place lest they should
come out and catch him in the act; but at last,
when the waiting had grown almost unbearable,
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</SPAN></span>his patience was rewarded, the door in the rock
opened, and out came the forty men, their captain
leading them. When the last of them was
through, "Shut, Sesamé!" said the captain, and
immediately the face of the rock closed together
as before. Then they all mounted their horses
and rode away.</p>
<p>As soon as he felt sure that they were not
returning, Ali Baba came down from the tree
and made his way at once to that part of the
rock where he had seen the captain and his men
enter. And there at the word "Open, Sesamé!"
a door suddenly revealed itself and opened.</p>
<p>Ali Baba had expected to find a dark and
gloomy cavern. Great was his astonishment
therefore when he perceived a spacious and
vaulted chamber lighted from above through a
fissure in the rock; and there spread out before
him lay treasures in profusion, bales of merchandise,
silks, carpets, brocades, and above all
gold and silver lying in loose heaps or in sacks
piled one upon another. He did not take long
to consider what he should do. Disregarding the
silver and the gold that lay loose, he brought to
the mouth of the cave as many sacks of gold as
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</SPAN></span>he thought his three asses might carry; and
having loaded them on and covered them with
wood so that they might not be seen, he closed
the rock by the utterance of the magic words
which he had learned, and departed for the
town, a well-satisfied man.</p>
<p>When he got home he drove his asses into a
small court, and shutting the gates carefully he
took off the wood that covered the bags and
carried them in to his wife. She, discovering
them to be full of gold, feared that her husband
had stolen them, and began sorrowfully to
reproach him; but Ali Baba soon put her mind
at rest on that score, and having poured all the
gold into a great heap upon the floor he sat
down at her side to consider how well it
looked.</p>
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<p class="caption">Ali Baba departed for the town a well
satisfied man.</p>
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<p>Soon his wife, poor careful body, must needs
begin counting it over piece by piece. Ali Baba
let her go on for awhile, but before long the
sight set him laughing. "Wife," said he, "you
will never make an end of it that way. The
best thing to do is to dig a hole and bury it,
then we shall be sure that it is not slipping
through our fingers." "That will do well
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</SPAN></span>enough," said his wife, "but it would be better
first to have the measure of it. So while you
dig the hole I will go round to Cassim's and
borrow a measure small enough to give us an
exact reckoning." "Do as you will," answered
her husband, "but see that you keep the thing
secret."</p>
<p>Off went Ali Baba's wife to her brother-in-law's
house. Cassim was from home, so she
begged of his wife the loan of a small measure,
naming for choice the smallest. This set the
sister-in-law wondering. Knowing Ali Baba's
poverty she was all the more curious to find out
for what kind of grain so small a measure could
be needed. So before bringing it she covered
all the bottom with lard, and giving it to Ali
Baba's wife told her to be sure and be quick in
returning it. The other, promising to restore it
punctually, made haste to get home; and there
finding the hole dug for its reception she started
to measure the money into it. First she set the
measure upon the heap, then she filled it, then
she carried it to the hole; and so she continued
till the last measure was counted. Then, leaving
Ali Baba to finish the burying, she carried
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</SPAN></span>back the measure with all haste to her sister-in-law,
returning thanks for the loan.</p>
<p>No sooner was her back turned than Cassim's
wife looked at the bottom of the measure, and
there to her astonishment she saw sticking to
the lard a gold coin. "What?" she cried, her
heart filled with envy, "is Ali Baba so rich that
he needs a measure for his gold? Where, then,
I would know, has the miserable wretch obtained
it?"</p>
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<p class="caption">As soon as he came in she began to jeer at him.</p>
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<p>She waited with impatience for her husband's
return, and as soon as he came in she began to
jeer at him. "You think yourself rich," said
she, "but Ali Baba is richer. You count your
gold by the piece, but Ali Baba does not count,
he measures it! In comparison to Ali Baba we
are but grubs and groundlings!"</p>
<p>Having thus riddled him to the top of her
bent in order to provoke his curiosity, she told
him the story of the borrowed measure, of her
own stratagem, and of its result.</p>
<p>Cassim, instead of being pleased at Ali Baba's
sudden prosperity, grew furiously jealous; not a
wink could he sleep all night for thinking of it.
The next morning before sunrise he went to his
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</SPAN></span>brother's house. "Ali Baba," said he, "what
do you mean by pretending to be poor when all
the time you are scooping up gold by the quart?"
"Brother," said Ali Baba, "explain your meaning."
"My meaning shall be plain!" cried
Cassim, displaying the tell-tale coin. "How
many more pieces have you like this that my
wife found sticking to the bottom of the measure
yesterday?"</p>
<p>Ali Baba, perceiving that the intervention of
wives had made further concealment useless,
told his brother the true facts of the case, and
offered him, as an inducement for keeping the
secret, an equal share of the treasure.</p>
<p>"That is the least that I have the right to
expect," answered Cassim haughtily. "It is
further necessary that you should tell me exactly
where the treasure lies, that I may, if need be,
test the truth of your story, otherwise I shall
find it my duty to denounce you to the
authorities."</p>
<p>Ali Baba, having a clear conscience, had
little fear of Cassim's threats; but out of pure
good nature he gave him all the information he
desired, not forgetting to instruct him in the
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</SPAN></span>words which would give him free passage into
the cave and out again.</p>
<p>Cassim, who had thus secured all he had
come for, lost no time in putting his project
into execution. Intent on possessing himself of
all the treasures which yet remained, he set off
the next morning before daybreak, taking with
him ten mules laden with empty crates. Arrived
before the cave, he recalled the words which
his brother had taught him; no sooner was
"Open, Sesamé!" said than the door in the rock
lay wide for him to pass through, and when he
had entered it shut again.</p>
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<p class="caption">Greater still was the exultation of a greedy
nature like that of Cassim's.</p>
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<p>If the simple soul of Ali Baba had found
delight in the riches of the cavern, greater still
was the exultation of a greedy nature like
Cassim's. Intoxicated with the wealth that lay
before his eyes, he had no thought but to gather
together with all speed as much treasure as the ten
mules could carry; and so, having exhausted himself
with heavy labour and avaricious excitement,
he suddenly found on returning to the door
that he had forgotten the key which opened it.
Up and down, and in and out through the
mazes of his brain he chased the missing
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</SPAN></span>word. Barley, and maize, and rice, he thought
of them all: but of sesamé never once,
because his mind had become dark to the revealing
light of heaven. And so the door stayed
fast, holding him prisoner in the cave, where
to his fate, undeserving of pity, we leave him.</p>
<p>Toward noon the robbers returned, and saw,
standing about the rock, the ten mules laden
with crates. At this they were greatly surprised,
and began to search with suspicion amongst
the surrounding crannies and undergrowth.
Finding no one there, they drew their swords
and advanced cautiously toward the cave, where,
upon the captain's pronouncement of the magic
word, the door immediately fell open. Cassim,
who from within had heard the trampling of
horses, had now no doubt that the robbers were
arrived and that his hour was come. Resolved
however to make one last effort at escape, he
stood ready by the door; and no sooner had the
opening word been uttered than he sprang forth
with such violence that he threw the captain to
the ground. But his attempt was vain; before
he could break through he was mercilessly hacked
down by the swords of the robber band.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</SPAN></span>With their fears thus verified, the robbers
anxiously entered the cave to view the traces of
its late visitant. There they saw piled by the door
the treasure which Cassim had sought to carry
away; but while restoring this to its place they
failed altogether to detect the earlier loss which
Ali Baba had caused them. Reckoning, however,
that as one had discovered the secret of
entry others also might know of it, they determined
to leave an example for any who might
venture thither on a similar errand; and having
quartered the body of Cassim they disposed it
at the entrance in a manner most calculated to
strike horror into the heart of the beholder.
Then, closing the door of the cave, they rode
away in the search of fresh exploits and plunder.</p>
<p>Meanwhile Cassim's wife had grown very
uneasy at her husband's prolonged absence; and
at nightfall, unable to endure further suspense,
she ran to Ali Baba, and telling him of his
brother's secret expedition, entreated him to go
out instantly in search of him.</p>
<p>Ali Baba had too kind a heart to refuse or
delay comfort to her affliction. Taking with him
his three asses he set out immediately for the
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</SPAN></span>forest, and as the road was familiar to him he
had soon found his way to the door of the cave.
When he saw there the traces of blood he became
filled with misgiving, but no sooner had he entered
than his worst fears were realized. Nevertheless
brotherly piety gave him courage. Gathering
together the severed remains and wrapping them
about with all possible decency, he laid them
upon one of the asses; then bethinking him that
he deserved some payment for his pains, he
loaded the two remaining asses with sacks of
gold, and covering them with wood as on the
first occasion, made his way back to the town
while it was yet early. Leaving his wife to
dispose of the treasure borne by the two asses, he
led the third to his sister-in-law's house, and
knocking quietly so that none of the neighbours
might hear, was presently admitted by Morgiana,
a female slave whose intelligence and discretion
had long been known to him. "Morgiana,"
said he, "there's trouble on the back of that ass.
Can you keep a secret?" And Morgiana's nod
satisfied him better than any oath. "Well,"
said he, "your master's body lies there waiting
to be pieced, and our business now is to bury
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</SPAN></span>him honourably as though he had died a natural
death. Go and tell your mistress that I want to
speak to her."</p>
<p>Morgiana went in to her mistress, and returning
presently bade Ali Baba enter. Then,
leaving him to break to his sister-in-law the
news and the sad circumstances of his brother's
death, she, with her plan already formed,
hastened forth and knocked at the door of the
nearest apothecary. As soon as he opened to
her she required of him in trembling agitation
certain pillules efficacious against grave disorders,
declaring in answer to his questions that
her master had been taken suddenly ill. With
these she returned home, and her plan of concealment
having been explained and agreed upon
much to the satisfaction of Ali Baba, she went
forth the next morning to the same apothecary,
and with tears in her eyes besought him to
supply her in haste with a certain drug that is
given to sick people only in the last extremity.
Meanwhile the rumour of Cassim's sickness had
got abroad; Ali Baba and his wife had been seen
coming and going, while Morgiana by her ceaseless
activity had made the two days' pretended
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</SPAN></span>illness seem like a fortnight: so when a sound
of wailing arose within the house all the neighbours
concluded without further question that
Cassim had died a natural and honourable
death.</p>
<p>But Morgiana had now a still more difficult
task to perform, it being necessary for the obsequies
that the body should be made in some
way presentable. So at a very early hour the next
morning she went to the shop of a certain merry
old cobbler, Baba Mustapha by name, who lived on
the other side of the town. Showing him a piece
of gold she inquired whether he were ready to
earn it by exercising his craft in implicit obedience
to her instructions. And when Baba Mustapha
sought to know the terms, "First," said she, "you
must come with your eyes bandaged; secondly,
you must sew what I put before you without
asking questions; and thirdly, when you return
you must tell nobody."</p>
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<p class="caption">Mustapha doubted much of his ability to refrain
from question.</p>
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<p>Mustapha, who had a lively curiosity into
other folk's affairs, boggled for a time at the
bandaging, and doubted much of his ability to
refrain from question; but having on these considerations
secured the doubling of his fee, he
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</SPAN></span>promised secrecy readily enough, and taking his
cobbler's tackle in hand submitted himself to
Morgiana's guidance and set forth. This way
and that she led him blindfold, till she had
brought him to the house of her deceased master.
Then uncovering his eyes in the presence of the
dismembered corpse, she bade him get out thread
and wax and join the pieces together.</p>
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<p class="caption">This way and that she led him blindfold.</p>
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<p>Baba Mustapha plied his task according to the
compact, asking no question. When he had
done, Morgiana again bandaged his eyes and led
him home, and giving him a third piece of gold
the more to satisfy him, she bade him good-day
and departed.</p>
<p>So in seemliness and without scandal of any
kind were the obsequies of the murdered
Cassim performed. And when all was ended,
seeing that his widow was desolate and his house
in need of a protector, Ali Baba with brotherly
piety took both the one and the other into his
care, marrying his sister-in-law according to
Moslem rule, and removing with all his goods and
newly acquired treasure to the house which had
been his brother's. And having also acquired
the shop where Cassim had done business, he
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</SPAN></span>put into it his own son, who had already served
an apprenticeship to the trade. So, with his
fortune well established, let us now leave Ali
Baba and return to the robbers'cave.</p>
<p>Thither, at the appointed time, came the forty
robbers, bearing in hand fresh booty; and great
was their consternation to discover that not only
had the body of Cassim been removed, but a
good many sacks of gold as well. It was no
wonder that this should trouble them, for so
long as any one could command secret access, the
cave was useless as a depository for their wealth.
The question was, What could they do to put an
end to their present insecurity? After long debate
it was agreed that one of their number should go
into the town disguised as a traveller, and there,
mixing with the common people, learn from their
report whether there had been recently any case
in their midst of sudden prosperity or sudden
death. If such a thing could be discovered, then
they made sure of tracking the evil to its source
and imposing a remedy.</p>
<p>Although the penalty for failure was death, one
of the robbers at once boldly offered himself for
the venture, and having transformed himself by
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</SPAN></span>disguise and received the wise counsels and commendations
of his fellows, he set out for the town.</p>
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<p class="caption">Having transformed himself by disguise.</p>
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<p>Arriving at dawn he began to walk up and down
the streets and watch the early stirring of the inhabitants.
So, before long, he drew up at the
door of Baba Mustapha, who, though old, was
already seated at work upon his cobbler's bench.
The robber accosted him. "I wonder," said he,
"to see a man of your age at work so early. Does
not so dull a light strain your eyes?" "Not so
much as you might think," answered Baba Mustapha.
"Why, it was but the other day that at this
same hour I saw well enough to stitch up a dead
body in a place where it was certainly no lighter."
"Stitch up a dead body!" cried the robber,
in pretended amazement, concealing his joy at
this sudden intelligence. "Surely you mean in its
winding sheet, for how else can a dead body be
stitched?" "No, no," said Mustapha; "what I
say I mean; but as it is a secret, I can tell you
no more." The robber drew out a piece of gold.
"Come," said he, "tell me nothing you do not
care to; only show me the house where lay the
body that you stitched." Baba Mustapha eyed
the gold longingly. "Would that I could," he
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</SPAN></span>replied; "but alas! I went to it blindfold."
"Well," said the robber, "I have heard that a
blind man remembers his road; perhaps, though
seeing you might lose it, blindfold you might
find it again." Tempted by the offer of a second
piece of gold, Baba Mustapha was soon persuaded
to make the attempt. "It was here that
I started," said he, showing the spot, "and I
turned as you see me now." The robber then
put a bandage over his eyes, and walked beside
him through the streets, partly guiding and partly
being led, till of his own accord Baba Mustapha
stopped. "It was here," said he. "The door
by which I went in should now lie to the right."
And he had in fact come exactly opposite to the
house which had once been Cassim's, where Ali
Baba now dwelt.</p>
<p>The robber, having marked the door with a
piece of chalk which he had provided for the
purpose, removed the bandage from Mustapha's
eyes, and leaving him to his own devices returned
with all possible speed to the cave where his
comrades were awaiting him.</p>
<p>Soon after the robber and cobbler had parted,
Morgiana happened to go out upon an errand,
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</SPAN></span>and as she returned she noticed the mark upon
the door. "This," she thought, "is not as it
should be; either some trick is intended, or there
is evil brewing for my masters house." Taking
a piece of chalk she put a similar mark upon the
five or six doors lying to right and left; and
having done this she went home with her mind
satisfied, saying nothing.</p>
<p>In the meantime the robbers had learned from
their companion the success of his venture.
Greatly elated at the thought of the vengeance
so soon to be theirs, they formed a plan for
entering the city in a manner that should arouse
no suspicion among the inhabitants. Passing in
by twos and threes, and by different routes, they
came together to the market-place at an appointed
time, while the captain and the robber who had
acted as spy made their way alone to the street
in which the marked door was to be found.
Presently, just as they had expected, they perceived
a door with the mark on it. "That is it!"
said the robber; but as they continued walking
so as to avoid suspicion, they came upon another
and another, till, before they were done, they had
passed six in succession. So alike were the marks
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</SPAN></span>that the spy, though he swore he had made but
one, could not tell which it was. Seeing that the
design had failed, the captain returned to the
market-place, and having passed the word for
his troop to go back in the same way as they
had come, he himself set the example of retreat.</p>
<p>When they were all reassembled in the forest,
the captain explained how the matter had fallen,
and the spy, acquiescing in his own condemnation,
kneeled down and received the stroke of the
executioner.</p>
<p>But as it was still necessary for the safety of
all that so great a trespass and theft should not
pass unavenged, another of the band, undeterred
by the fate of his comrade, volunteered upon the
same conditions to prosecute the quest wherein
the other had failed. Coming by the same
means to the house of Ali Baba, he set upon the
door, at a spot not likely to be noticed, a mark in
red chalk to distinguish it clearly from those
which were already marked in white. But even
this precaution failed of its end. Morgiana,
whose eye nothing could escape, noticed the red
mark at the first time of passing, and dealt with
it just as she had done with the previous one.
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</SPAN></span>So when the robbers came, hoping this time to
light upon the door without fail, they found not
one but six all similarly marked with red.</p>
<p>When the second spy had received the due
reward of his blunder, the captain considered
how by trusting to others he had come to lose
two of his bravest followers, so the third attempt
he determined to conduct in person. Having
found his way to Ali Baba's door, as the two
others had done by the aid of Baba Mustapha,
he did not set any mark upon it, but examined it
so carefully that he could not in future mistake
it. He then returned to the forest and communicated
to his band the plan which he had
formed. This was to go into the town in the
disguise of an oil-merchant, bearing with him
upon nineteen mules thirty-eight large leather
jars, one of which, as a sample, was to be full
of oil, but all the others empty. In these he
purposed to conceal the thirty-seven robbers to
which his band was now reduced, and so to
convey his full force to the scene of action in
such a manner as to arouse no suspicion till the
signal for vengeance should be given.</p>
<p>Within a couple of days he had secured all
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</SPAN></span>the mules and jars that were requisite, and
having disposed of his troop according to the
pre-arranged plan, he drove his train of well-laden
mules to the gates of the city, through
which he passed just before sunset. Proceeding
thence to Ali Baba's house, and arriving as it
fell dark, he was about to knock and crave a
lodging for the night, when he perceived Ali
Baba at the door enjoying the fresh air after
supper. Addressing him in tones of respect,
"Sir," said he, "I have brought my oil a great
distance to sell to-morrow in the market; and
at this late hour, being a stranger, I know not
where to seek for a shelter. If it is not troubling
you too much, allow me to stable my beasts
here for the night."</p>
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<p class="caption">"Sir," said he, "I have brought my oil
a great distance to sell to-morrow."</p>
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<p>The captain's voice was now so changed from
its accustomed tone of command, that Ali Baba,
though he had heard it before, did not recognize
it. Not only did he grant the stranger's request
for bare accommodation, but as soon as the
unlading and stabling of the mules had been
accomplished, he invited him to stay no longer
in the outer court but enter the house as his
guest. The captain, whose plans this proposal
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</SPAN></span>somewhat disarranged, endeavoured to excuse
himself from a pretended reluctance to give
trouble; but since Ali Baba would take no
refusal he was forced at last to yield, and to
submit with apparent complaisance to an entertainment
which the hospitality of his host
extended to a late hour.</p>
<p>When they were about to retire for the night,
Ali Baba went into the kitchen to speak to
Morgiana; and the captain of the robbers, on
the pretext of going to look after his mules,
slipped out into the yard where the oil jars
were standing in line. Passing from jar to jar
he whispered into each, "When you hear a
handful of pebbles fall from the window of the
chamber where I am lodged, then cut your way
out of the jar and make ready, for the time
will have come." He then returned to the house,
where Morgiana came with a light and conducted
him to his chamber.</p>
<p>Now Ali Baba, before going to bed, had said
to Morgiana, "To-morrow at dawn I am going
to the baths; let my bathing-linen be put ready,
and see that the cook has some good broth
prepared for me against my return." Having
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</SPAN></span>therefore led the guest up to his chamber,
Morgiana returned to the kitchen and ordered
Abdallah the cook to put on the pot for the
broth. Suddenly while she was skimming it,
the lamp went out, and, on searching, she found
there was no more oil in the house. At so late
an hour no shop would be open, yet somehow
the broth had to be made, and that could not
be done without a light. "As for that," said
Abdallah, seeing her perplexity, "why trouble
yourself? There is plenty of oil out in the
yard." "Why, to be sure!" said Morgiana,
and sending Abdallah to bed so that he might
be up in time to wake his master on the morrow,
she took the oil-can herself and went out into
the court. As she approached the jar which
stood nearest, she heard a voice within say, "Is
it time?"</p>
<p>To one of Morgiana's intelligence an oil-jar
that spoke was an object of even more suspicion
than a chalk-mark on a door, and in an
instant she apprehended what danger for her
master and his family might lie concealed around
her. Understanding well enough that an oil-jar
which asked a question required an answer, she
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</SPAN></span>replied quick as thought and without the least
sign of perturbation, "Not yet, but presently."
And thus she passed from jar to jar, thirty-seven
in all, giving the same answer, till she
came to the one which contained the oil.</p>
<p>The situation was now clear to her. Aware of
the source from which her master had acquired
his wealth, she guessed at once that, in extending
shelter to the oil-merchant, Ali Baba had in fact
admitted to his house the robber captain and his
band. On the instant her resolution was formed.
Having filled the oil-can she returned to the
kitchen; there she lighted the lamp, and then,
taking a large kettle, went back once more to
the jar which contained the oil. Filling the
kettle she carried it back to the kitchen, and
putting under it a great fire of wood had soon
brought it to the boil. Then taking it in hand
once more, she went out into the yard and
poured into each jar in turn a sufficient quantity
of the boiling oil to scald its occupant to death.</p>
<p>She then returned to the kitchen, and having
made Ali Baba's broth, put out the fire, blew out
the lamp, and sat down by the window to watch.</p>
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<p class="caption">She poured into each jar in turn a sufficient
quantity of the boiling oil to scald its occupant to death.</p>
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<p>Before long the captain of the robbers awoke
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</SPAN></span>from the short sleep which he had allowed himself,
and finding that all was silent in the house,
he rose softly and opened the window. Below
stood the oil-jars; gently into their midst he
threw the handful of pebbles agreed on as a
signal; but from the oil-jars came no answer.
He threw a second and a third time; yet though
he could hear the pebbles falling among the jars,
there followed only the silence of the dead.
Wondering whether his band had fled leaving
him in the lurch, or whether they were all asleep,
he grew uneasy, and descending in haste, made
his way into the court. As he approached the
first jar a smell of burning and hot oil assailed
his nostrils, and looking within he beheld in
rigid contortion the dead body of his comrade.
In every jar the same sight presented itself till
he came to the one which had contained the oil.
There, in what was missing, the means and
manner of his companions' death were made
clear to him. Aghast at the discovery and
awake to the danger that now threatened him,
he did not delay an instant, but forcing the
garden-gate, and thence climbing from wall to
wall, he made his escape out of the city.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</SPAN></span>When Morgiana, who had remained all this
time on the watch, was assured of his final
departure, she put her master's bath-linen ready,
and went to bed well satisfied with her day's work.</p>
<p>The next morning Ali Baba, awakened by his
slave, went to the baths before daybreak. On
his return he was greatly surprised to find that
the merchant was gone, leaving his mules and
oil-jars behind him. He inquired of Morgiana
the reason. "You will find the reason," said
she, "if you look into the first jar you come to."
Ali Baba did so, and, seeing a man, started back
with a cry. "Do not be afraid," said Morgiana,
"he is dead and harmless; and so are all the
others whom you will find if you look further."</p>
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<p class="caption">When Morgiana who had remained all
this time on the watch.</p>
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<p>As Ali Baba went from one jar to another,
finding always the same sight of horror within,
his knees trembled under him; and when he
came at last to the one empty oil-jar, he stood
for a time motionless, turning upon Morgiana
eyes of wonder and inquiry. "And what," he
said then, "has become of the merchant?"
"To tell you that," said Morgiana, "will be to
tell you the whole story; you will be better able
to hear it if you have your broth first."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</SPAN></span>But the curiosity of Ali Baba was far too
great: he would not be kept waiting. So without
further delay she gave him the whole
history, so far as she knew it, from beginning
to end; and by her intelligent putting of one
thing against another, she left him at last in no
possible doubt as to the source and nature of
the conspiracy which her quick wits had so
happily defeated. "And now, dear master," she
said in conclusion, "continue to be on your
guard, for though all these are dead, one remains
alive; and he, if I mistake not, is the captain
of the band, and for that reason the more
formidable and the more likely to cherish the
hope of vengeance."</p>
<p>When Morgiana had done speaking Ali Baba
clearly perceived that he owed to her not merely
the protection of his property but life itself.
His heart was full of gratitude. "Do not
doubt," he said, "that before I die I will reward
you as you deserve; and as an immediate proof
from this moment I give you your liberty."</p>
<p>This token of his approval filled Morgiana's
heart with delight, but she had no intention of
leaving so kind a master, even had she been
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</SPAN></span>sure that all danger was now over. The
immediate question which next presented itself
was how to dispose of the bodies. Luckily at
the far end of the garden stood a thick grove of
trees, and under these Ali Baba was able to dig
a large trench without attracting the notice of
his neighbours. Here the remains of the thirty-seven
robbers were laid side by side, the trench
was filled again, and the ground made level.
As for the mules, since Ali Baba had no use for
them, he sent them, one or two at a time, to the
market to be sold.</p>
<p>Meanwhile the robber captain had fled back to
the forest. Entering the cave he was overcome
by its gloom and loneliness. "Alas!" he cried,
"my comrades, partners in my adventures,
sharers of my fortune, how shall I endure to
live without you? Why did I lead you to a
fate where valour was of no avail, and where
death turned you into objects of ridicule?
Surely had you died sword in hand my sorrow
had been less bitter! And now what remains for
me but to take vengeance for your death and to
prove, by achieving it without aid, that I was
worthy to be the captain of such a band!"</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</SPAN></span>Thus resolved, at an early hour the next day,
he assumed a disguise suitable to his purpose,
and going to the town took lodging in a khan.
Entering into conversation with his host he
inquired whether anything of interest had
happened recently in the town; but the other,
though full of gossip, had nothing to tell him
concerning the matter in which he was most
interested, for Ali Baba, having to conceal from
all the source of his wealth, had also to be silent
as to the dangers in which it involved him.</p>
<p>The captain then inquired where there was a
shop for hire; and hearing of one that suited
him, he came to terms with the owner, and before
long had furnished it with all kinds of rich stuffs
and carpets and jewelry which he brought by
degrees with great secrecy from the cave.</p>
<p>Now this shop happened to be opposite to that
which had belonged to Cassim and was now
occupied by the son of Ali Baba; so before long
the son and the new-comer, who had assumed
the name of Cogia Houssain, became acquainted;
and as the youth had good looks, kind manners,
and a sociable disposition, it was not long before
the acquaintance became intimate.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</SPAN></span>Cogia Houssain did all he could to seal the
pretended friendship, the more so as it had not
taken him long to discover how the young man
and Ali Baba were related; so, plying him
constantly with small presents and acts of
hospitality, he forced on him the obligation of
making some return.</p>
<p>Ali Baba's son, however, had not at his lodging
sufficient accommodation for entertainment; he
therefore told his father of the difficulty in which
Cogia Houssain's favours had placed him, and
Ali Baba with great willingness at once offered
to arrange matters. "My son," said he, "to-morrow
being a holiday, all shops will be closed;
then do you after dinner invite Cogia Houssain to
walk with you; and as you return bring him this
way and beg him to come in. That will be better
than a formal invitation, and Morgiana shall
have a supper prepared for you."</p>
<p>This proposal was exactly what Ali Baba's son
could have wished, so on the morrow he brought
Cogia Houssain to the door as if by accident, and
stopping, invited him to enter.</p>
<p>Cogia Houssain, who saw his object thus
suddenly attained, began by showing pretended
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</SPAN></span>reluctance, but Ali Baba himself coming to the
door, pressed him in the most kindly manner to
enter, and before long had conducted him to the
table, where food stood prepared.</p>
<p>But there an unlooked-for difficulty arose.
Wicked though he might be the robber captain
was not so impious as to eat the salt of the man
he intended to kill. He therefore began with
many apologies to excuse himself; and when
Ali Baba sought to know the reason, "Sir," said
he, "I am sure that if you knew the cause of my
resolution you would approve of it. Suffice it to
say that I have made it a rule to eat of no dish
that has salt in it. How then can I sit down at
your table if I must reject everything that is set
before me?"</p>
<p>"If that is your scruple," said Ali Baba, "it
shall soon be satisfied," and he sent orders to the
kitchen that no salt was to be put into any of the
dishes presently to be served to the newly arrived
guest. "Thus," said he to Cogia Houssain, "I
shall still have the honour, to which I have looked
forward, of returning to you under my own roof
the hospitality you have shown to my son."
Morgiana, who was just about to serve supper,
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</SPAN></span>received the order with some discontent. "Who,"
she said, "is this difficult person that refuses to
eat salt? He must be a curiosity worth looking
at." So when the saltless courses were ready to
be set upon the table, she herself helped to carry
in the dishes. No sooner had she set eyes on
Cogia Houssain than she recognized him in spite
of his disguise; and observing his movements
with great attention she saw that he had a dagger
concealed beneath his robe. "Ah!" she said to
herself, "here is reason enough! For who will
eat salt with the man he means to murder?
But he shall not murder my master if I can
prevent it."</p>
<p>Now Morgiana knew that the most favourable
opportunity for the robber captain to carry out his
design would be after the courses had been withdrawn,
and when Ali Baba and his son and
guest were alone together over their wine, which
indeed was the very project that Cogia Houssain
had formed. Going forth, therefore, in haste, she
dressed herself as a dancer, assuming the headdress
and mask suitable for the character. Then
she fastened a silver girdle about her waist, and
hung upon it a dagger of the same material.
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</SPAN></span>Thus equipped, she said to Abdallah the cook,
"Take your tabor and let us go in and give an
entertainment in honour of our master's guest."</p>
<p>So Abdallah took his tabor, and played Morgiana
into the hall. As soon as she had entered
she made a low curtsey, and stood awaiting
orders. Then Ali Baba, seeing that she wished
to perform in his guest's honour, said kindly,
"Come in, Morgiana, and show Cogia Houssain
what you can do."</p>
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out the dagger.</p>
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<p>Immediately Abdallah began to beat upon his
tabor and sing an air for Morgiana to dance to;
and she, advancing with much grace and propriety
of deportment, began to move through several
figures, performing them with the ease and
facility which none but the most highly practised
can attain to. Then, for the last figure of all, she
drew out the dagger and, holding it in her hand,
danced a dance which excelled all that had preceded
it in the surprise and change and quickness
and dexterity of its movements. Now she presented
the dagger at her own breast, now at one
of the onlookers; but always in the act of striking
she drew back. At length, as though out of
breath, she snatched his instrument from Abdallah
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</SPAN></span>with her left hand, and, still holding the dagger
in her right, advanced the hollow of the tabor
toward her master, as is the custom of dancers
when claiming their fee. Ali Baba threw in a
piece of gold; his son did likewise. Then
advancing it in the same manner toward Cogia
Houssain, who was feeling for his purse, she
struck under it, and before he knew had plunged
her dagger deep into his heart.</p>
<p>Ali Baba and his son, seeing their guest fall dead,
cried out in horror at the deed. "Wretch!"
exclaimed Ali Baba, "what ruin and shame hast
thou brought on us?" "Nay," answered
Morgiana, "it is not your ruin but your life
that I have thus secured; look and convince
yourself what man was this which refused to
eat salt with you!" So saying, she tore off the
dead robbers disguise, showing the dagger concealed
below, and the face which her master now
for the first time recognized.</p>
<p>Ali Baba's gratitude to Morgiana for thus
preserving his life a second time, knew no bounds.
He took her in his arms and embraced her as a
daughter. "Now," said he, "the time is come
when I must fulfil my debt; and how better can
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</SPAN></span>I do it than by marrying you to my son?"
This proposition, far from proving unwelcome to
the young man, did but confirm an inclination
already formed. A few days later the nuptials
were celebrated with great joy and solemnity, and
the union thus auspiciously commenced was
productive of as much happiness as lies within
the power of mortals to secure.</p>
<p>As for the robbers'cave, it remained the secret
possession of Ali Baba and his posterity; and
using their good fortune with equity and moderation,
they rose to high office in the city and were
held in great honour by all who knew them.</p>
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