# The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night/Story of the Barber’s Fourth Brother

Fourth-level story, contained in The Barber’s Story < The Tailor’s Story < Story of the Hunchback
STORY OF THE BARBER’S FOURTH BROTHER.
‘My fourth brother, the one-eyed, was a butcher at Baghdad, who sold meat and reared rams; and the notables and men of wealth used to buy meat of him, so that he amassed much wealth and got him cattle and houses. He fared thus a long while, till one day, as he was sitting in his shop, there came up to him an old man with a long beard, who laid down some money and said, “Give me meat for this.” So he gave him his money’s worth of meat, and the old man went away. My brother looked at the money he had paid him, and seeing that it was brilliantly white, laid it aside by itself. The old man continued to pay him frequent visits for five months, and my brother threw the money he received from him into a chest by itself. At the end of this time, he thought to take out the money to buy sheep; so he opened the chest, but found in it nothing but white paper, cut round. When he saw this, he buffeted his face and cried out, till the folk came round him and he told them his story, at which they wondered. Then he rose, as of his wont, and slaughtering a ram, hung it up within the shop; after which he cut off some of the meat and hung it up outside, saying the while, “Would God that pestilent old man would come!” And surely before long up came the old man, with his money in his hand; whereupon my brother rose and caught hold of him, crying out, “Come to my help, O Muslims, and hear what befell me with this scoundrel!” When the old man heard this, he said to him, “An thou loose me not, I will expose thee before the folk!” “In what wilt thou ​expose me?” asked my brother, and the other replied, “In that thou sellest man’s flesh for mutton.” “Thou liest, O accursed one!” cried my brother: and the old man said, “He is the accursed one who has a man hanging up in his shop.” “If it be as thou sayest,” rejoined my brother, “I give thee leave to take my property and my life.” Then said the old man, “Ho, people of the city! an ye would prove the truth of my words, enter this man’s shop.” So they rushed into the shop, when they saw the ram was become a dead man hanging up and seized on my brother, crying out, “O infidel! O villain!” And his best friends fell to beating him and saying, “Dost thou give us man’s flesh to eat?” Moreover, the old man struck him on the eye and put it out. Then they carried the carcase to the chief of the police, to whom said the old man, “O Amir, this fellow slaughters men and sells their flesh for mutton, and we have brought him to thee; so arise and execute the justice of God, to whom belong might and majesty!” My brother would have defended himself, but the prefect refused to hear him and sentenced him to receive five hundred blows with a stick and to forfeit all his property. And indeed, but for his wealth, they had put him to death. Then he banished him from the city and my brother fared forth at a venture, till he came to a great city, where he thought well to set up as a cobbler. So he opened a shop and fell to working for his living. One day, as he went on an occasion, he heard the tramp of horse, and enquiring the cause, was told that the King was going out to hunt and stopped to look on his state. It chanced that the King’s eye met his, whereupon he bowed his head, saying, “I take refuge with God from the evil of this day!” And drawing bridle, rode back to his palace, followed by his retinue. Then he gave an order to his guards, who seized my brother and beat him grievously, till he was well-nigh ​dead, without telling him the reason: after which he returned to his shop, in a sorry plight, and told one of the King’s household, who laughed till he fell backward and said to him, “O my brother, know that the King cannot endure the sight of a one-eyed man; especially if he be blind of the left eye, in which case, he does not let him go without killing him.” When my brother heard this, he resolved to fly that city, so went forth and repaired to another country, where he was known of none. Here he abode a long while, till one day, being heavy at heart for what had befallen him, he went out to divert himself. As he was walking along, he heard the tramp of horse behind him; whereupon he exclaimed, “The judgment of God is upon me!” and looked out for a hiding-place, but found none. At last he saw a closed door, and pushing against it, it yielded and he found himself in a long corridor, in which he took refuge. Hardly had he done so, when two men laid hold of him, exclaiming, “Praise be to God, who hath delivered thee into our hands, O enemy of Allah! These three nights thou hast bereft us of sleep and given us no peace and made us taste the agonies of death!” “O folk,” said my brother, “what ails you?” And they answered, “Thou givest us the change and goest about to dishonour us and to murder the master of the house! Is it not enough that thou hast brought him to beggary, thou and thy comrades? But give us up the knife, wherewith thou threatenest us every night.” Then they searched him and found in his girdle the knife he used to cut leather; and he said, “O folk, have the fear of God before your eyes and maltreat me not, for know that my story is a strange one.” “What is thy story?” asked they. So he told them what had befallen him, hoping that they would let him go; however, they paid no heed to what he said, but beat him and tore off his ​clothes, and finding on his sides the marks of beating with rods, said, “O accursed one, these scars bear witness to thy guilt!” Then they carried him to the chief of the police, whilst he said to himself, “I am undone for my sins and none can save me but God the Most High!” The prefect said to him, “O villain, what made thee enter their house with murderous intent?” “O Amir,” replied my brother, “I conjure thee by Allah, hear my words and hasten not to condemn me!” But the two men said to the prefect, “Wilt thou listen to a robber, who beggars the folk and has the scars of beating on his back?” When the Amir saw the scars on my brother’s sides, he said to him, “They had not done this to thee, save for some great crime.” And he sentenced him to receive a hundred lashes. So they flogged him and mounting him on a camel, paraded him about the city, crying out, “This is the reward and the least of the reward of those who break into people’s houses!” Then they thrust him forth the city, and he wandered at random, till I heard what had befallen him and going in search of him, questioned him of his case. So he told me all that passed and I carried him back privily to Baghdad, where I made him an allowance for his living.
Story of the Barber’s Fifth Brother.