Mullah Nasruddin heard that there was a banquet being held in the
nearby town, and that everyone was invited. He made his way there as
quickly as he could.
When the Master of Ceremonies saw him in his
ragged cloak, he seated him in the most inconspicuous place, far from
the great table where the most important people were waiting on hand and
foot.
Nasruddin saw that it would be an hour at last before the
waiters reached where he was sitting. So he got up and went home. He
dressed himself in a magnificent sable cloak and turban and returned to
feast.
As soon as the heralds of the Emir, his host, saw this
splendid sight they started to beat the drum of welcome and sound the
trumpets in a manner befitting a visitor of high rank.
The
Chamberlain came out of the palace himself, and conducted the
magnificent Nasruddin to a place almost next to the Emir. A dish of
wonderful food was immediately placed before him.
Without a
pause, Nasruddin began to rub handfuls of it into his turban and cloak.
"Your Eminence," said the prince, "I am curious as to your eating
habits, which are new to me."
"Nothing special," said Nasruddin; "the cloak got me in here and gave me this food. Surely it deserves its portion."
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