When I was still a child and had not yet attained the age of
maturity, my father made arrangements in Tihran for the marriage of one of my
older brothers, and as is customary in that city, the festivities lasted for
seven days and seven nights. On the last day it was announced that the play
‘Shah Sultan Salim’ [a king by the name Salim] would be presented. A large
number of princes, dignitaries, and notables of the capital gathered for the
occasion. I was sitting in one of the upper rooms of the building and observing
the scene. Presently a tent was pitched in the courtyard, and before long some
small human-like figures, each appearing to be no more than about a hand’s span
in height, were seen to emerge from it and raise the call: ‘His Majesty is
coming! Arrange the seats at once!’. ..there appeared, arrayed in regal majesty
and crowned with a royal diadem, a kingly figure, bearing himself with the
utmost haughtiness and grandeur, at turns advancing and pausing in his
progress, who proceeded with great solemnity, poise and dignity to seat himself
upon his throne.
At that moment a volley of shots was fired, a fanfare of
trumpets was sounded, and king and tent were enveloped in a pall of smoke. When
it had cleared, the king, ensconced upon his throne, was seen surrounded by a
suite of ministers, princes, and dignitaries of state who, having taken their
places, were standing at attention in his presence. A captured thief was then
brought before the king, who gave the order that the offender should be
beheaded. Without a moment’s delay the chief executioner cut off the thief’s
head, whence a blood-like liquid came forth. ...