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Events Then he
clapped his hands, and all the dishes were brought that they had tasted
in imagination before and during the repast, slaves sang and played on
various instruments. All the while Schacabac was treated by the
Barmecide as a familiar friend, and dressed in a garment out of his own
wardrobe.
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Location
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Topic
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Team
Meeting
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April
3, 2003
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7:30 am
- 8:30 am
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Conference
Room B
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issues
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upcoming
press conference
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election
plans
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| New Policy Introductions |
April 4, 2003 |
10:00 am - 12:00 pm |
Conference Room C |
| understanding new policy guidelines |
| Q & A |
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| Government Trade Show |
April 7 - 10, 2003 |
9:00 am - 7:00 pm daily |
Convention & Exhibit
Hall |
| procurement |
| ways to streamline procedures |
| using technology to automate processes |
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Heading One
Twenty years passed by, and my brother was still living with the
Barmecide, looking after his house, and managing his affairs. At the end
of that time his generous benefactor died without heirs, so all his
possessions went to the prince. They even despoiled my brother of those
that rightly belonged to him, and he, now as poor as he had ever been in
his life, decided to cast in his lot with a caravan of pilgrims who were
on their way to Mecca. Unluckily, the caravan was attacked and pillaged
by the Bedouins, and the pilgrims were taken prisoners. My brother
became the slave of a man who beat him daily, hoping to drive him to
offer a ransom, although, as Schacabac pointed out, it was quite useless
trouble, as his relations were as poor as himself. At length the Bedouin
grew tired of tormenting, and sent him on a camel to the top of a high
barren mountain, where he left him to take his chance. A passing
caravan, on its way to Bagdad, told me where he was to be found, and I
hurried to his rescue, and brought him in a deplorable condition back to
the town.
Heading Two
"This,"--continued the barber,--"is the tale I related to the Caliph,
who, when I had finished, burst into fits of laughter."
"Well were you called `the Silent,'" said he; "no name was ever
better deserved. But for reasons of my own, which it is not necessary to
mention, I desire you to leave the town, and never to come back."
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"I
had of course no choice but to obey,
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and travelled about for several years until I heard of the death of
the Caliph,
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when I hastily returned to Bagdad,
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only to find that all my brothers were dead.
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It
was at this time that I rendered to the young cripple the important
service of which you have heard, and for which,
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as
you know,
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he
showed such profound ingratitude,
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that he preferred rather to leave Bagdad than to run the risk of
seeing me.
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I sought him long from place to place, but it was only to-day, when I
expected it least, that I came across him, as much irritated with me as
ever"-- So saying the tailor went on to relate the story of the lame man
and the barber, which has already been told.
Heading Three
"When the barber," he continued, "had finished his tale, we came to
the conclusion that the young man had been right, when he had accused
him of being a great chatter-box. However, we wished to keep him with
us, and share our feast, and we remained at table till the hour of
afternoon prayer. Then the company broke up, and I went back to work in
my shop."
Continued
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