I fell into a profound slumber, and when I awoke, I found myself lying under a date-tree, at some distance from the camp.
"The first thing I thought of when I came to my recollection was my purse of sequins.

The purse I found still safe in my girdle; but on opening it, I perceived that it was filled with pebbles, and not a single sequin was left.

I had no doubt that I had been robbed by the soldiers with whom I had drunk sherbet, and I am certain that some of them must have been awake the night I counted my money; otherwise, as I had never trusted the secret of my riches to any one, they could not have suspected me of possessing any property; for ever since I kept company with them I had appeared to be in great indigence.
"I applied in vain to the superior officers for redress: the soldiers protested they were innocent; no positive proof appeared against them, and I gained nothing by my complaint but ridicule and ill-will.

I called myself, in the first transport of my grief, by that name which, since my arrival in Egypt, I had avoided to pronounce: I called myself Murad the Unlucky.

The name and the story ran through the camp, and I was accosted, afterwards, very frequently, by this appellation.