She said in a stern tone: Put no questions to me. Do what I ask you to do. Now go.
Resigned, Ata said: Very well, God willing. And he left the place.
Layla ordered her servant girl to have a carriage made ready for her within an hour and a half. The girl carried out the order, and came back to tell her that the carriage would be ready at the gate of the khan at the appointed time.
At exactly the fixed hour the carriage stood at the gate of the khan. Layla, a veil over her face and perfumed with scent, climbed into the carriage; after telling the driver the place she wanted, she settled back in her seat and the carriage set off. After some twenty minutes she ordered the driver to stop. She got down from the carriage and asked the driver to wait for her. She knocked at a door on her left, and a young boy opened it. She asked him about the master of the house, and he said he was at home. She expressed her wish to see him, and the boy walked before her into a spacious hall furnished with the most sumptuous furnishings. She sat down on one of the couches and let her gaze wander over her surroundings. Presently an elderly man came in, well advanced in years, wearing a skullcap and a loose robe; he greeted Layla and sat down facing her.
The man, whose name was Mizrahi, said: What service can I render you?
Layla looked at him with a look full of agitation, and said: Venerable sheikh, I have no one
but God and my husband, who went to Mosul to buy livestock. Several months have now passed since he left, and he has not returned, and I have grown terribly anxious about him, so I have decided to go to Mosul myself to look for him. I have heard a great deal about your trustworthiness, and so I have come to you with these three hundred gold liras, to deposit them with your honor until my return. And Layla drew from inside her black silk coat a purse, which she laid
before her on the couch with the greatest care.
Mizrahi rose and came toward her; but when he was just one step away, Ata burst into the hall with his arms outstretched, made for Mizrahi, shook his hand warmly, and shouted: I have come back from the pilgrimage to Mecca! Would you kindly return the hundred gold liras I deposited with you?
The Jew looked at Ata, then at the purse lying before Layla, and said to himself: Three hundred are better than a single hundred.
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