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182 his trousers, in the utmost confusion, with the tears running from his eyes for stress of affright; whereat she smiled and carrying him on to a couch, said to him, ‘After this night, thou shalt see nought that will displease thee.’ Then she turned to him, kissing and clipping him and twining leg with leg, and said to him, ‘Put thy hand, between my thighs, to that thou wottest of, so haply it may be won to stand up after prostration.’ He wept and said, ‘I am not good at aught of this.’ But she said, ‘As I live, an thou do as I bid thee, it shall profit thee!’ So he put out his hand, with a heart on fire for confusion, and found her thighs fresher than cream and softer than silk. The touching of them pleasured him and he moved his hand hither and thither, till he came to a dome abounding in benedictions and movements and said in himself, ‘Belike this king is a hermaphrodite, nor male nor female.’ So he said to her, ‘O King, I cannot find that thou hast any manly gear, even as other men; what then moved thee to do thus?’ When the princess heard this, she laughed till she fell backward, and said, ‘O my beloved, how quickly thou hast forgotten the nights we have lain together!’ Then she made herself known to him and he knew her for his wife, the Lady Budour, daughter of King Ghaïour. So he embraced her and she embraced him and they kissed each other; then they lay down on the bed of delight, repeating the words of the poet:

Whenas the softness of a shape did bid him to my arms, That, as it were a trailing vine with twinings did him ply And on the hardness of his heart its very softness shed, He yielded, though at first he feigned reluctance to comply, And came, provided with a stock of caution safe and sure, Fearing lest, when he did appear, the railers should him spy. His waist of buttocks maketh moan, that lay upon his feet A very camel’s load, what time he would a-walking hie. Girt with his glances’ trenchant swords and cuirassed with the mail Of his bright locks, as ’twere the dusk new fallen from the sky,