the amir welcomed him courteously, showed him every respect, and hastened to pay the debt and be done with the affair. The merchant was astonished that such a powerful man should submit to a frail, threadbare tailor. He offered the tailor a share of the money he had just collected, but the latter refused to accept a single coin. Pressing him for an explanation and repeating how amazed he was, the merchant insisted until the tailor said:
“The reason is this. Here in our neighborhood there was once a handsome young Turkish amir. One day a beautiful woman came out of the public bath wearing only light clothing. The amir, drunk, became infatuated with her and tried to drag her into his house to violate her. She resisted and cried at the top of her voice:
‘O Muslims! I am a married woman. This man wants to dishonor me and pull me into his house. My husband has sworn, on pain of triple divorce, that I must not spend the night anywhere but in his home. If I sleep here tonight, I will be divorced and branded with a disgrace that the passing days can never erase.’
“I stepped forward and rebuked him, but he struck me with the mace in his hand, splitting my head open. He overpowered the woman and forced her into his house. I went back, washed off the blood, bound my head, led the people in the night prayer, and said to them, ‘You have seen what he has done; come with me so that we may forbid him from it.’ The people went with me and we burst into his house. He rushed at us with a band of servants, cudgels and maces in their hands, beating the people. He singled me out and gave me a merciless thrashing, then threw us out in utter humiliation.
“I returned home scarcely able to find my way from the pain, lay on my bed unable to sleep, and wondered what I could do to rescue that woman before daybreak so that her husband’s oath would not be broken. I decided to give the call to dawn prayer in the middle of the night, hoping he would then release her. I climbed the minaret, gave the adhān, and kept my eyes fixed on his door to see whether the woman would emerge. I was resolved that, if she did not come out, I would stand to lead the prayer until day was unmistakable.
“While I was watching, the street suddenly filled with horsemen and infantry calling out, ‘Where is the one who gave the adhān [this very hour] (1)?’
“I said, ‘Here I am,’ expecting them to help me against him. They said, ‘Come down.’ I descended; they seized me, and I had no control over myself. They continued until they brought me before the Caliph al-Muʿtaḍid billāh. When I saw him seated on the throne of the caliphate I trembled (2) with fear. He said to me, ‘Calm your heart,’ and then asked, ‘Are you the one who gave the adhān?’ I replied, ‘Yes, O Commander of the Faithful.’ He said, ‘What made you call the adhān when much of the night still remained, thereby misleading those who are fasting [and the travelers] (3)?’
“I said, ‘Will the Commander of the Faithful grant me safety so that I may relate (4) my story to him?’ He said, ‘You are safe.’ So I told him