Fairy tales -- Germany -- Translations into English
“Yes, yes,” cried the slaves, “of a certainty thou hast described the
dog. The Empress is in a swoon on account of the loss of her
favourite and will certainly not recover until Aline is restored to
her; tell us, therefore, where thou hast seen the dog!”
“I have seen no dog,” replied Abner, “neither was I so much as aware
that our Empress possessed one.”
Then both the stable men and the slaves of the harem fell to abusing
Abner, the shameless Jew, who did not scruple to make game of his
Emperor and Empress. They seized him and dragged him before the
Emperor and recounted all that had happened, suggesting that most
certainly the Jew had seen and stolen the animals in question.
The Jew continued to protest his innocence, but all in vain; by way of
a beginning he was ordered and received fifty strokes with the
bastinado upon the soles of his feet, and after that he was assured
that if the horse and the little dog were not recovered he would pay
for their loss with his life.
The palace was still in a high state of commotion, when a black slave
came running in, breathless and exhausted, but bearing the good news
that both horse and dog had been found.
The horse, fed on the best corn and oats in the Emperor’s stable, had
yet preferred his freedom and a bite of grass in a green meadow, where
he had been found quietly grazing.
As for the little dog, he had been found in the company of a number of
mongrels whose society was quite unfit for such an aristocratic little
animal as an Empress’ pet.
The Emperor now demanded an explanation from Abner as to how he had
been able to describe two animals he had never seen.
The Jew bowed low before the Emperor and made answer: “I was taking a
walk in the cool of the evening in a little wood, where the soil was
sandy and loose; presently I noticed the prints of small paws, the
right fore-paw print making a slighter impression in the sand than the
others, therefore I knew the little animal was lame. One each side of
the fore-paw prints there was a slight trail in the sand which proved
the animal’s ears had been long and sweeping the ground, and it was
impossible to avoid knowing that the tail was long and feathery, for,
in an access of joy, probably at the freedom he was enjoying, he had
wagged his tail to and fro, and brushed the sand aside. Therefore I
knew to a nicety the kind of dog that had passed that way.
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