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Round with the mill! thou, O bull, wouldst do nothing but grub

and stale and dung!" Then he took a whip and laid it on the

shoulders and calves of my brother, who began to howl and bellow;

but none came to help him; and he was forced to grind the wheat

till hard upon dawn, when the house master came in and, seeing my

brother still tethered to the yoke and the man flogging him, went

away. At day break the miller returned home and left him still

yoked and half dead; and soon after in came the slave girl who

unbound him, and said to him, "I and my lady are right sorry for

what hath happened and we have borne thy grief with thee." But he

had no tongue wherewith to answer her from excess of beating and

mill turning. Then he retired to his lodging and behold, the

clerk who had drawn up the marriage deed came to him[FN#641] and

saluted him, saying, "Allah give thee long life! May thy espousal

be blessed!