One night of feast was held in the palace, and there came a man 
and prostrated himself before the prince, and all the feasters 
looked upon him; and they saw that one of his eyes was out and 
that the empty socket bled. And the prince inquired of him, 
“What has befallen you?” And the man replied, “O prince, I 
am by a profession a thief, and this night, because there was no 
moon, I went to rob the money-changers shop, and as I climbed 
in through the window I made a mistake and entered the 
weaver’s shop, and in the dark I ran into the weaver's loom and 
my eye was plucked out. And now, O prince, I ask for justice 
upon the weaver.”
    Then the prince sent for the weaver and he came, and it was
declared that one of his eyes should be plucked out.
    “O prince,” said the ever, “the decree is just. It is right
that one of my eyes be taken. And yet, alas! both are necessary
to me in order that I may see the two sides of the cloth that I
weave. But I have a neighbor, a cobbler, who also has two eyes,
and in his trade both eyes are not necessary.
    Then the prince sent for the cobbler. And he came. And they
took out one of his eyes.
    And justice was satisfied.