He had a beautiful concubine, for the sake of whose company he neglected the affairs of government.

The lady was of a melancholy turn, never being seen to smile.

She said she loved the sound of rent silk, and to gratify her whim many fine pieces of silk were torn to shreds.

The king offered a thousand ounces of gold to any one who would make her laugh; whereupon his chief minister suggested that the beacon-fires should be lighted to summon the feudal nobles with their armies, as though the royal house were in danger.

The trick succeeded; for in the hurry-skurry that ensued the impassive girl positively laughed outright.