Memoirs of Robert-Houdin, ambassador, author and conjurerRobert-Houdin, Jean-Eugène
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Memoirs of Robert-Houdin, ambassador, author and conjurer
Robert-Houdin, Jean-Eugène
Magicians -- France -- Biography; Robert-Houdin, Jean-Eugène, 1805-1871
Within two days, my theatre was erected and completely decorated. It
represented a garden, filled with natural flowers, whose lively colors
and fragrant scent delighted both sight and smell. At the rear, and in
the midst of dense foliage, a fountain fell back, in thousands of drops,
into a crystal basin, sparkling like diamonds in the brilliant light,
while, at the same time, the falling water deliciously cooled the air.
Lastly, to my right and left, hedges of flowers served as side scenes
and laboratory, while the buffet, loaded with my brilliant apparatus,
was erected in the centre of this Garden of Armida.
When all was ready, the Sultan and his numerous suite took the places
assigned to them, according to their court precedence. The Sultan
reclined on a sofa, with the grand vizier by his side, while an
interpreter, keeping respectfully in the rear, translated my remarks to
him. When the curtain rose, a shower of rose-leaves fell on the stage,
and formed an odoriferous and deliciously soft carpet. I then appeared,
dressed in a rich Louis XV. costume.
I will spare you the account of my tricks, with the exception of one,
which, like the “broken watch,” was the inspiration of the moment. I
must add, that my spectators had been already considerably startled
when I performed it.
Addressing Selim in the grave and solemn tone proper to a magician, I
said:
“Noble Sultan, I am about to proceed from simple tricks of skill to the
sublime science of magic: but, in order that my incantations may
succeed, I must address myself directly to your august highness. Will
you be pleased to lend me this ornament which I require?”
And I pointed to a splendid necklace of pearls which adorned his neck.
The Sultan handed it to me, and I placed it in the hands of Antonio, who
was helping me, in a page’s costume.
“It is well known,” I continued, “that magicians possess unlimited
powers, for they hold in subjection familiar spirits, who blindly obey
their masters’ orders. Let these spirits, then, prepare to obey me, for
I am about to summon them.”
Here I majestically traced a circle round me with my wand, and
pronounced, in a low voice, certain magic spells. Then I turned to my
page, to take the collar from him, but it had disappeared. In vain I
asked Antonio for it: his only reply was a hoarse and sarcastic laugh,
as if he were possessed by one of the spirits I had summoned.
“Mighty prince,” I then said to the Sultan, “believe me when I say that,
far from sharing in this audacious theft, I am forced to confess myself
the victim of a plot I did not at all foresee. But your highness may be
reassured: we possess means of forcing our subordinates to return to
their duty. These means are as powerful as they are terrible, and I will
offer you an example.”
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