Children's stories, English; Fairy tales; Short stories, English
‘At the end of the garden stood a little pavilion. As we approached it
two eunuchs came out to meet us. Their fat bodies swayed as they walked,
and they glanced curiously at me with their yellow-lidded eyes. One of
them drew aside the captain of the guard, and in a low voice whispered to
him. The other kept munching scented pastilles, which he took with an
affected gesture out of an oval box of lilac enamel.
‘After a few moments the captain of the guard dismissed the soldiers.
They went back to the palace, the eunuchs following slowly behind and
plucking the sweet mulberries from the trees as they passed. Once the
elder of the two turned round, and smiled at me with an evil smile.
‘Then the captain of the guard motioned me towards the entrance of the
pavilion. I walked on without trembling, and drawing the heavy curtain
aside I entered in.
‘The young Emperor was stretched on a couch of dyed lion skins, and a
gerfalcon perched upon his wrist. Behind him stood a brass-turbaned
Nubian, naked down to the waist, and with heavy earrings in his split
ears. On a table by the side of the couch lay a mighty scimitar of
steel.
‘When the Emperor saw me he frowned, and said to me, “What is thy name?
Knowest thou not that I am Emperor of this city?” But I made him no
answer.
‘He pointed with his finger at the scimitar, and the Nubian seized it,
and rushing forward struck at me with great violence. The blade whizzed
through me, and did me no hurt. The man fell sprawling on the floor, and
when he rose up his teeth chattered with terror and he hid himself behind
the couch.
‘The Emperor leapt to his feet, and taking a lance from a stand of arms,
he threw it at me. I caught it in its flight, and brake the shaft into
two pieces. He shot at me with an arrow, but I held up my hands and it
stopped in mid-air. Then he drew a dagger from a belt of white leather,
and stabbed the Nubian in the throat lest the slave should tell of his
dishonour. The man writhed like a trampled snake, and a red foam bubbled
from his lips.
‘As soon as he was dead the Emperor turned to me, and when he had wiped
away the bright sweat from his brow with a little napkin of purfled and
purple silk, he said to me, “Art thou a prophet, that I may not harm
thee, or the son of a prophet, that I can do thee no hurt? I pray thee
leave my city to-night, for while thou art in it I am no longer its
lord.”
‘And I answered him, “I will go for half of thy treasure. Give me half
of thy treasure, and I will go away.”
‘He took me by the hand, and led me out into the garden. When the
captain of the guard saw me, he wondered. When the eunuchs saw me, their
knees shook and they fell upon the ground in fear.
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