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Then he pushed his way in among the crowd, a veritable beauty of

a man in the finest apparel, wearing tarbush [FN#406] and turband

and a long-sleeved robe purfled with gold; and, as often as the

singing-women stopped for the people to give them largesse, he

thrust his hand into his pocket and, finding it full of gold,

took out a handful and threw it on the tambourine [FN#407] till

he had filled it with gold pieces for the music-girls and the

tirewomen. The singers were amazed by his bounty and the people

marvelled at his beauty and loveliness and the splendour of his

dress.