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My third brother's name was Al-Fakik, the Gabbler, who was blind.

One day Fate and Fortune drove him to a fine large house, and he

knocked at the door, desiring speech of its owner that he might

beg somewhat of him. Quoth the master of the house, "Who is at

the door?" But my brother spake not a word and presently he heard

him repeat with a loud voice, "Who is this?" Still he made no

answer and immediately heard the master walk to the door and open

it and say, "What dost thou want?" My brother answered "Something

for Allah Almighty's sake."[FN#650] "Art thou blind?" asked the

man, and my brother answered "Yes." Quoth the other, "Stretch me

out thy hand." So my brother put out his hand thinking that he

would give him something; but he took it and, drawing him into

the house, carried him up from stair to stair till they reached

the terrace on the house top, my brother thinking the while that

he would surely give him something of food or money.