her story.” Having thus resolved not to put Scheherazade to death that day, he rose and went to his prayers, and to attend his council. During this time the grand vizier was in the utmost distress. Instead of sleeping, he spent the night in sighs and groans, bewailing the lot of his daughter, of whom he believed he should himself shortly be the executioner. As, with this melancholy prospect before him, he dreaded to meet the sultan, he was agreeably surprised when he found the prince entered the council chamber without giving him the


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respect; but you do not use them. They bring you sorry beans and bad straw; eat none of them, only smell and then leave them. If you follow my advice, you will soon experience a change, for which you will thank me.” The ox took the ass’s advice in very good part, and owned he was much obliged to him. “Dear Sprightly,” added he, “I will not fail


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