Thus saying he recovered his composure, stepped to the throne, and began
to ascend. Thereupon a murmur arose which made him pause for an instant;
but the queen held out her arms; into them he flew and sought to kiss
her, but she clung to him so tenderly and cautiously he could not do so
at once. He was not to be outdone, however, and lavished caresses upon
her until she was off her guard, when he kissed her full upon her red
lips. There went a thrill through him he had never experienced and it
made him dizzy for awhile, for she did not permit him to remove his lips
from hers.
Then came before his mind’s eye the poor princess and her torturing
condition. His sense of duty to her overcame the blandishments of this
fair, sweet one, and slowly but delicately he freed himself from her
embrace, saying:
“O, Queen, thou art the most beautiful of all flesh; there are no other
lips like thine; no other woman was ever possessed of such an exquisite
form; no other woman’s voice hath so many charms—thou art the queen of
queens.”
“Then abide thou here and be my king,” said she.
“It may not be,” said he, “for I have a duty to perform to one of thy
sex who is suffering from a terrible malady, and that duty is greater
than thy charms, though none knows their grandeur.”
Then the queen drew him gently to her and kissed him on the forehead
most lovingly, and bade him sit beside her.
After long and beautiful converse with her, in which she told him she
was but tempting him to test his fitness for the mission, he left her
with instructions to treat each of the ten maids above as he had treated
her—which made him tremble slightly.
When he had ascended to the garden the ten maids were waiting for him
and one of them held out her arms to him. He responded with alacrity and
she held him so lovingly that for a moment his resolution wavered. But
he released himself only to be folded in the arms of another and another
until the last one twined her arms about him.
It had been a gallant struggle, but it had ended there had not the
neighing of his horse recalled him to himself.
Thereupon he tore himself away, ran up the ladder, down the other side,
mounted his horse, and they flew down the steep incline with such speed
that though the old serpent had returned with new eyes they cleared his
body at a single bound and were off through the mountains in the
twinkling of a star, speeding toward the palace of the princess.
When he entered the hall but one suitor had been tested and he lay dead
on the floor. There followed him in, however, a horde of would-be
lovers, of all stations and degrees, but the strict order of arrival was
observed, and he stood next in succession.
As he advanced toward the bewitching being his eyes burned and his pulse
throbbed with twice its usual power. He was drawn with such magnetism he
could not resist. She was even more comely than any of the charmers he
had met in the mountain.
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