What is all this?'
A crowd of men advanced, pulling along a youth, who, almost exhausted,
still singly struggled with his ungenerous adversaries.
'The Cadi, the Cadi,' cried the foremost of them, who was Abdallah,
'drag him to the Cadi.'
'Noble lord,' cried the youth, extricating himself by a sudden struggle
from the grasp of his captors, and seizing the robe of Honain, 'I am
innocent and injured. I pray thy help.'
'The Cadi, the Cadi,' exclaimed Abdallah; 'the knave has stolen my ring,
the ring given me by my faithful Fatima on our marriage-day, and which I
would not part with for my master's stores.'
The youth still clung to the robe of Honain, and, mute from exhaustion,
fixed upon him his beautiful and imploring eye.
'Silence,' proclaimed Honain, 'I will judge this cause.'
'The Lord Honain, the Lord Honain, listen to the Lord Honain!'
'Speak, thou brawler; of what hast thou to complain?' said Honain to
Abdallah.
'May it please your highness,' said Abdallah, in a whining voice, 'I am
the slave of your faithful servant, Ali: often have I had the honour of
waiting on your highness. This young knave here, a beggar, has robbed
me, while slumbering in a coffee-house, of a ring; I have my witnesses
to prove my slumbering.
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