African Nights Stories

I had told the old woman to see that the children got to me before their mother, which she did, and then I sent for the man who claimed to be her husband. When he came and saw the children, he recognized them and they recognized him, as a result of which I was sure that they were his, that she must be his wife and that, as what he said was true, he could not be blamed. I realized that the shame and disgrace belongs to Manar Al-Sana and I was afraid that islanders would think of us as being dishonored. when treacherous harlot came to me, I vented my anger on her and gave her a painful beating, hanging her up by her hair. I have now told you about her; it is for you to decide, and I shall do what you tell me, as you will see that this is a matter which brings disgrace both on us and on you. If the islanders hear of it, they will take it as an example of our degeneracy, and so you should send me a reply quickly.’