Cerise: A Tale of the Last CenturyWhyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
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Cerise: A Tale of the Last Century
Whyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
Historical fiction
“Now, a Dervish praying at sunset by a fountain, saw a beautiful bird fly
down to the water to drink. Between its eyes grew a jewel that flamed
and glittered like the noonday sun on the Sultan’s drawn scimitar. And
the Dervish bethought him, this jewel would be a rare addition to the
collection of his lord; so he rolled his prayer-carpet into a pillow, and
went to sleep by the side of the fountain, under a tree.
“At midnight the Dervish woke up to pray, and on the branch above his
head he saw something flash and sparkle like the sun on the Sultan’s
scimitar at noonday. So he said, ‘This is the gem for which my lord
pineth. Lo! I will take the bird captive, and bring it with me to the
feet of my lord.’
“Then the Dervish took the bird craftily with his hand, and though the
fowl was beautiful, and the gem was precious, he kept neither of them for
himself, but brought them both for his lord, to be the delight of the
Sultan and the salvation of the land.”
“And suppose the poor bird would rather have had her liberty,” replied
the Marquise. “It seems to me that in their dealings with men the birds
get the worst of it from first to last.”
“This bird was wise in her generation, as the goose that saved Rome,”
answered the Abbé; “but the bird I have in my thoughts wants only
opportunity to soar her pitch, like the falcon, Queen of Earth and Air.
Seriously, madame—look at the condition of _our_ Sultan. I speak not of
the young king, a weak and rickety boy, with all respect be it said, ill
in bed at this very moment, perhaps never to leave his chamber alive. I
mean the Regent, my kind patron, your devoted admirer—the true ruler of
France. And look at the jewels in his casket. Do you think there is one
that he prizes at the value of a worn-out glove?”
The subject possessed a certain degree of interest, trenching though it
was upon very delicate ground.
“He has plenty to choose from, at any rate,” observed the Marquise; “and
I must say I cannot compliment him on the taste he has displayed in these
valuables,” she added, with a mischievous laugh.
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