Chapter 32 No.32

The Piper's face fell, and he cried,

"No trifling! I can't wait, beside!175

I've promised to visit by dinner time

Bagdat, and accept the prime

Of the Head-Cook's pottage, all he's rich in,

For having left, in the Caliph's kitchen,

Of a nest of scorpions no survivor;180

With him I proved no bargain-driver,

With you, don't thi