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She continued sorrowing, weeping and wailing one whole year from

the beginning of its circle to the end, and when it was finished

she said to me.-I wish to build me in thy palace a tomb with a

cupola, which I will set apart for my mourning and will name the

House of Lamentations.[FN#125] Quoth I again:-Do as thou list!

Then she builded for herself a cenotaph wherein to mourn, and set

on its centre a dome under which showed a tomb like a Santon's

sepulchre. Thither she carried the slave and lodged him; but he

was exceeding weak by reason of his wound, and unable to do her

love service; he could only drink wine and from the day of his

hurt he spake not a word, yet he lived on because his appointed

hour[FN#126] was not come. Every day, morning and evening, my

wife went to him and wept and wailed over him and gave him wine

and strong soups, and left not off doing after this manner a

second year; and I bore with her patiently and paid no heed to

her.