The Story of the Envious Man and of the Dervish

As soon as the sultan recovered from the severe illness which had seized him after the death of the princess, he sent for me. He begged that I would instantly quit his kingdom, and on pain of death never return to it. In not knowing what was to come of me, I shaved my beard and eyebrows, and put on the dress of a calendar. After wandering aimlessly through several countries, I resolved to come to back down,. And that, madam, is my story. The story of the envious man, and of him who was envene.