"Fetch me writing materials!" said he, "for I want to write a letter to
someone, and then with God's help I will quit your house and pursue my
way further."

Halil departed, went a-bargaining in the bazaar, and returned with what
he had been sent for. He calculated his outlay to a penny in the
presence of his guest. The _kalem_ (pen) was so much, so much again the
_mürekob_ (ink), and the _mühür_ (seal) came to this and that. The
balance he returned to Janaki.

As for Janaki he went up on to the roof again, there wrote and sealed
his letter, and thrust it beneath the carpet, and then laying hold of
his stick again, entreated Halil, with many thanks for his hospitality,
to direct him to the Pera road whence, he said, he could find his way
along by himself.

Halil willingly complied with the petition of his guest, and accompanied
him all the way to the nearest thoroughfare. When now Janaki beheld the
Bosphorus, and perceived that the road from this point was familiar to
him, so that he needed no further assistance, he suddenly exclaimed:

"Look now, my friend! an idea has occurred to me. The letter I have just
written on your roof has escaped my memory entirely. I placed it beneath
the carpet, and beside it lies a purse of money which I meant to have
sent along with the letter. Now, however, I cannot turn back for it. I
pray you, therefore, go back to your house, take this letter together
with the purse, and hand them both over to the person to whom they are
addressed--and God bless you for it!"

Halil at once turned round to obey this fresh request as quickly as