There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the market-place I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there death will not find me.
The
merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug
his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he
went. Then the merchant went down to the market-place and he saw me
standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, Why did you make a
threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning? That
was not a threatening gesture, I said, it was only a start of
surprise. I was astonished to see him in Bagdad for I had an
appointment with him tonight in Samarra.
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