9. Baghdad merchant, about to go with a caravan to Damascus, suddenly falls ill-entrusts his bales of silk to a camel-driver-says
he will go to Damascus as soon as he is well-will pay camel-driver when he arrives-camel-driver waits in Damascus-merchant
does not come-camel-driver sells the silk for a large sum-shaves his beard, dyes his hair and dresses in fine clothes-Baghdad
merchant at last arrives—searches all Damascus for camel-driver-one day recognises him-camel-driver pretends to be a merchant
of Samarkand-Baghdad merchant brings him before the judge-judge decides he can do nothing, as there are no witnesses-as
camel-driver leaves court, judge suddenly calls out "Camel-driver!"—he stops and turns round-judge puts him in prison, and
makes him pay money to Baghdad merchant
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Answer:
r u mad.
Explanation:
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the story is
Once a merchant from Bhagdad was traveling to the east, to Damascus, to sell his bales of silk at the Annual Trade Festival. Luckily, he found the company of a caravan which enabled him to cross the mighty desert. But still the baking rays of the sun made him feel very uneasy so he thought it best to return to home than to die in the desert. He did not want to carry all his goods on his bony donkey who would then have to bear with him and the merchandise, so he entrusted it to a camel-driver. He promised forty silver denarii in exchange for his loyalty. The merchant then without any worry returned to his town.
At the foot of the hill, the camel-driver waited for months for the return of the merchant but when he did not turn in for a long time, an evil idea pricked his mind. He then sold off the bales of silk, which the merchant of Baghdad had entrusted him with and to make himself look unfamiliar he shaved off his beard, died his hair and wore elaborate garments, as a wealthy merchant of those days would wear.
Finally, a few weeks later the merchant arrived at the foot-hill but was shocked to find the camel driver absent. He searched all Damascus and left no leaf unturned to find the camel driver. One day when the merchant started looking in the market place he saw a familiar face mounted on a horse proudly galloping through the crowd. He approached the person and asked, “Sir, are you not the person whom I entrusted with, my life’s earnings?” “My man you’ve been highly mistaken”, he pretended to look shocked “I am a merchant from Samarkand who had come to attend the Annual Trade Festival.”, he added. His low, husky voice gave away his disguise. The merchant of Bhagdad accused him of cheating him. A conjecture had gathered around them. “You are insulting me!” the camel driver who acted be a merchant shouted. “Let the law decide who is at fault.”
The two of them were brought before the court. But the judge said he was helpless as there were no witnesses. He gave his judgement in favor of the camel driver. As the duet were leaving the court, one with a happy face the other with a sad one, the judge called out, “Camel-driver!” “Ji Huzzurewala!!” the camel driver spoke out. He realised his silliness but the realisation was too late. He was proved guilty and was given imprisonment for a year. He was also forced to pay back the money to the merchant of Bhagdad.
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Answer:
where did the merchant want to go