Dinarzade, when it was time, addressed her speech to the sultaness
thus: My dear sister, said she, if you be not asleep, I would pray
you to continue the story of the hated and envious man. With all my
heart, answered Scheherazade. The second calender continued his
story thus: The honest dervise, said he, being mounted on the throne
of his father-in-law, as he was one day in the midst of his
courtiers upon a march, he espied the envious man among the crowd of
people that stood as he passed along, and calling one of the viziers
that attended him, whispered him in his ear thus; Go bring me that
man you see there; but, take care you do not frighten him. The
vizier obeyed, and when the envious man was brought into his
presence, the sultan said, Friend, I am extremely glad to see you.
Upon which he called an officer, Go immediately, said he, and cause
to be paid the man out of my treasury one hundred pieces of gold:
let him have also twenty loads of the richest merchandize in my
storehouses, and a sufficient guard to conduct him to his house.
After he had given this charge to the officer, he bid the envious
man farewell, and proceeded on his march.
When I had finished the recital of this story to the genie, the
murderer of the princess of the isle of Ebene, I made the
application to himself thus: O genie! you see here, that this
bountiful sultan did not content himself with forgetting the design
of the envious man to take away his life, but treated him kindly,
and sent him back with all the favours which I just now related. In
short, I made use of all my eloquence, praying him to imitate so
good an example, and to grant me pardon; but it was impossible for
me to move his compassion.
All that I can do for thee, said he, is, that I will not take thy
life: do not flatter thyself that I will send thee safe and sound
back; I must let thee feel what I am able to do by my enchantments.
So saying, he laid violent hands on me, and carried me across the
vault of the subterranean palace, which opened to give him passage;
he flew up with me so high, that the earth seemed to be only a
little white cloud; from thence he came down again like lightning,
and alighted upon the ridge of a mountain.
There he took up a handful of earth, and pronounced or rather
muttered some words which I did not understand, and threw it upon
me: Quit the shape of a man, said he to me, and take on thee that of
an ape. He vanished immediately, and left me alone, transformed into
an ape, overwhelmed with sorrow, in a strange country, not knowing
whether I was near or far from my father’s dominions.
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