Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. The grand vizier crossed his arms on his breast bowed low before his master, and answered: Sire, it is no wonder I look disturbed, for below the palace wall stands a pedlar, who has such beautiful goods for sale that it angers me to think I have no money to Spare just now. The Caliph, who had long Wished for an Opportunity to confer some gift upon his vizier, sent a black slave to fetch the pedlar. Very soon the slave returned, ushering the pedlar into his master’s presence. He was a fat little man, with a sunburnt face and dressed ‘in rags. He carried a pack in which all sorts of wares were huddled together, pearls, rings, richly-chased pistols, goblets and combs.
المزيد من الكتب الإلكترونية من نفس المؤلف (المؤلفين) / محرر
92٬753 كتب إلكترونية في هذه الفئة
