The pilot, having ended his discourse, began to weep afresh, and all
the rest of the ship’s company did the like. I had no other
thought but that my days were there to have an end. In the mean
time, every one began to provide for his own safety, and to that end
took all imaginable precautions; and, being uncertain of the event,
they all made one another their heirs, by virtue of a will, for the
benefit of those that should happen to be saved.
The next morning we perceived the black mountain very plain, and the
idea we had conceived of it made it appear more frightful than it
was. About noon we were come so near, that we found what the pilot
had foretold to be true; for we saw all the nails and iron about the
ships fly towards the mountain, where they fixed, by the violence of
the attraction, with a horrible noise: the ships split asunder, and
sunk into the sea, which was so deep about the place, that we could
not sound it. All my people were drowned; but God had mercy on me,
and permitted me to save myself by means of a plank, which the wind
drove ashore just at the foot of the mountain. I did not receive the
least hurt; and my good fortune brought me to a landing place, where
there were steps that went up to the top of the mountain.
Scheherazade would have gone on with her story, but day appearing,
she was obliged to keep silence. The sultan was convinced by this
beginning that the sultaness had not deceived him; and therefore we
are not to wonder that he did not order her to die that day.
FIFTY-FOURTH NIGHT.
For heaven’s sake, cried Dinarzade, next morning, if you be not
asleep, sister, go on with the story of the third calender. My dear
sister, said Scheherazade, the prince renewed his discourse thus:--
At the sight of these steps, said he, for there was not a bit of
ground, either on the right or left, whereon a man could set his
foot, I gave thanks to God, and recommended myself to his holy
protection, as I began to mount the steps, which were so narrow,
rugged, and hard to get up, that had the wind blown ever so little,
it would have thrown me down into the sea. But at last I got up to
the top, without any accident. I came into the dome, and, kneeling
on the ground, gave God thanks for his mercies to me.
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