62 ‘Ekab, matter-of-factly: “They’ve gone to the palace for lunch.” Al-Munakhkhal al-Yashkurī, feeling slighted: “And what of me?” ‘Ekab, nonchalantly: “You, lunch with the guards.” With that, ‘Ekab exits. Al-Munakhkhal al-Yashkurī, speaking to himself with a mixture of jealousy and resolve: “I have been the king’s sole confidant for so long without rival! Oh, al-Ẓubyānī, you have yet to see. I shall ensnare you so cunningly that escape will elude you! You will witness my cunning!” The curtains close.
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