to do as her sister had ordered. “My dear sister,” cried she, “if you be not asleep, I pray that until daybreak, which will be very shortly, you will tell me one of those pleasant stories you have read. Alas! this may perhaps be the last time that I shall enjoy that pleasure.” Scheherazade, instead of answering her sister, addressed herself to the sultan: “Sir, will your majesty be pleased to allow me to afford my sister this satisfaction?” “With all my heart,” replied the sultan. Scheherazade then bade her sister attend, and afterwards, addressing
some fears of afflicting me with the mortal grief of imbuing my hands in your blood.” “Once more father,” replied Scheherazade, “grant me the favour I solicit.” “Your stubbornness,” resumed the vizier “will rouse my anger; why will you run headlong to your ruin? They who do not foresee the end of a dangerous enterprise can never conduct it to