WHEN the sun was sunk into the west, and the moon shone bright, Khojisteh went weeping to the parrot, and said, “I come to you every night for leave, and not for the purpose of hearing you relate tales.” The parrot answered, “No injury can happen to you from my admonition, but you will speedily derive advantage:—Go to-night to meet your lover; and if any enemy of yours should come there, I will set on foot a stratagem, as did the syagoash.” Khojisteh asked, “What is the story of the syagoash?”
The parrot said, “In a desert dwelt a lion, who
had a monkey for his favourite. It happened that
the lion went a journey to some place; previous
to his departure, he delivered over his dwelling to
the charge of the monkey. During the absence
of the lion, a syagoash took possession of his dwell-
The parrot, having concluded the tale of the sya-