There was once a man which was a fuller, and he used every day to go forth to the Tigris bank a cleaning clothes; and his son was wont to go with him that he might swim whilst his father was fulling, nor was he forbidden from this. One day, as the boy was swimming, he was taken with cramp in the forearms and sank, whereupon the fuller plunged into the water and caught hold of him; but the boy clung about him and pulled him down and so father and son were both drowned. "Thus it is with you, O King. Except you prevent your son and do me justice on him I fear lest both of you sink together, you and he."—

When it was the Five Hundred and Eighties night

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