Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Children's stories; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction
"It is because that, during my sleep, he has rendered me the greatest
of services. He has cured my leg that was too short, and I want to
thank him for his kindness."
"Well, well," said the old woman, "the physician is myself. I gathered
a few herbs that I alone know, and it was easy to perform the miracle
that makes you so happy."
Abdallah could not restrain his transports. He fell on the old woman's
neck and embraced her, and then, to prove his gratitude, he asked her:
"My good woman, what can I do for you? I am young, but, as for you, age
has already begun to bear heavily on you. Command, and I will obey you
in all things."
But imagine Abdallah's surprise when, instead of the old woman, he saw
before him the most charming young girl that it is possible to imagine.
Her long blond hair floated on her shoulders, and her rich garments
fell in gracious folds around her.
Overcome with admiration and respect Abdallah fell on his knees in the
dust; but the good fairy said to him:
"Arise! I am happy to see that you are not ungrateful. Make two wishes,
and they will be immediately granted, for I am the queen of the
fairies."
The young man reflected a moment and said:
"I desire above all things a bag in which everything I want will be
found in an instant."
"Your demand is certainly original," said the fairy, smiling. "What can
you do with such a sack?"
"A great many things," exclaimed the young man, enthusiastically; "will
you grant my request?"
"So be it," said the fairy; "and what is your second wish?"
"A stick that will do my bidding."
"Very well, then," and the fairy disappeared, leaving at Abdallah's
feet a sack and a stick.
Overcome and delighted by his good fortune, the young man hastened to
test the powers that had been conferred on him by these gifts. As he
was feeling very hungry Abdallah said:
"Let a dozen roasted partridges get into my sack," and in an instant he
found a dozen well-cooked partridges in his sack.
To eat without drinking was a very unusual thing in that country, so,
presently, Abdallah cried out:
"A bottle of wine in my sack!"
Immediately his commands were obeyed. After his meal he felt as light
as a bird, and he continued on his journey in good spirits, and the
next day he reached the end of it. At the gate of the city he paused to
rest and to gaze at the people who were continually passing, when a
beggar approached him and said:
"Brother, we are poor; let us unite our misfortunes and live together."
"How do you know that, my friend?" said Abdallah; "I do not solicit
alms in order to stay here."
"Your ragged clothes and your bare feet, my brother, tell a very
different tale."
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