e to a grand hall where there were
soft carpets on the floor, and fine pictures on the walls, and
pleasant couches to lie down upon.

At the upper end of the room he saw a noble man with a long white
beard. It was the Barmecide; and poor Schacabac bowed low before him,
as was the custom in that country.

The Barmecide spoke very kindly, and asked what was wanted.

Schacabac told him about all his troubles, and said that it was now
two days since he had tasted bread.

"Is it possible?" said the Barmecide. "You must be almost dead with
hunger; and here I have plenty and to spare!"

Then he turned and called, "Ho, boy! Bring in the water to wash our
hands, and then order the cook to hurry the supper."

Schacabac had not expected to be treated so kindly. He began to thank
the rich man.

"Say not a word," said the Barmecide, "but let us get ready for the
feast."

Then the rich man began to rub his hands as though some one was
pouring water on them. "Come and wash with me," he said.

Schacabac saw no boy, nor basin, nor water. But he thought that he
ought to do as he was bidden; and so, like the Barmecide, he made a
pretense of washing.

"Come now," said the Barmecide, "let us have supper."

He sat down, as if to a table, and pre-tend-ed to be carving a roast.
Then he said, "Help yourself, my good friend. You said you were
hungry: so, now, don't be afraid of the food."

Schacabac thought that he un-der-stood the joke, and he made pretense
of taking food, and passing it to his mouth. Then he began to chew,
and said, "You see, sir, I lose no time."

"Boy," said the old man, "bring on the roast goose.--Now, my good
friend, try this choice piece from the breast. And here are sweet
sauce, honey, raisins, green peas, and dry figs. Help yourself, and
remember that other good things are coming."

Schacabac was almost dead with hunger, but he was too polite not to do
as he was bidden.

"Come," said the Barmecide, "have another piece of the roast lamb. Did
you ever eat anything so de-li-cious?"

"Never in my life," said Schacabac. "Your table is full of good
things."

"Then eat heartily," said the Barmecide. "You cannot please me
better."

After this came the des-sert. The Barmecide spoke of sweet-meats and
fruits; and Schacabac made believe that he was eating them.

"Now is there anything else that you would like?" asked the host.

"Ah, no!" said poor Schacabac. "I have indeed had great plenty."

"Let us d