There were two brothers both called Percy. Men said they were perhaps not so close, but rather men who spoke few words who were indeed close. The truth of this was demonstrated when the elder Percy was taken ill.
At death’s door he called in his wife and servants. “Send for my brother,” he told them, “and tell him to make ready the funeral arrangements.”
Percy fell into unconsciousness, but just when it was thought he was dead, he awoke and called again to his wife and servants.
“I have just come from my brother’s house,” he said, “where he told me to make ready the funeral arrangements for him.”
When he felt stronger, they all went to his younger brother’s house and found that it was as Percy dreamed.
Then Percy called to his brother’s daughter. “Go to the bottom of the garden,” he said. “There you will find a tree with a knot. At the foot of the tree my brother has left his heart.”
It was as he said. At the foot of the tree was buried a strong box and in the strong box was his brother’s fortune.
On hearing this story, retold by Scheherazade, the Sultan said nothing.
The following day, he sent for the Vizier.
“Go to my brother’s house,” he said, “and bring him this gift.”
He commanded his servants to accompany the Vizier with a strong-box of money.
In this way, it is said, the Sultan was reconciled with his brother after twenty years of silent recrimination.