As the queen finished these words, her gallant and she came to the
end of the walk, turned to enter another, and passed before me. I
had already drawn my scimitar, and her gallant being next me, I
struck him in the neck, and made him fall to the ground. I thought I
had killed him, and therefore retired speedily, without making
myself known to the queen, whom I chose to spare because she was my
kinswoman.
The blow I had given her gallant was mortal; but she preserved his
life by the force of her enchantments; in such a manner, however,
that he could not be said to be either dead or alive. As I crossed
the garden, to return to the palace, I heard the queen cry out
lamentably; and judging by that now much she was grieved, I was
pleased that I had spared her life.
When I returned to her apartment, I went to bed, and being satisfied
with having punished the villain that did me the injury, I went to
sleep; and when I awaked next morning, found the queen lying by me.
Scheherazade was obliged to stop here because she saw day.
O, heaven! sister, says Dinarzade, how it troubles me that you can
say no more. Sister, replies the sultaness, you ought to have awaked
me more early, it is your fault. I will make amends next night,
replies Dinarzade, for I doubt not out the sultan will be as willing
to hear out the story as I am; and I hope he will be so good as to
let you live one day more.
TWENTY-FOURTH NIGHT.
Dinarzade was actually as good as her word. She called the sultaness
very early, saying, Dear sister, if you be not asleep, pray finish
the agreeable history of the king of the Black Isles; I am ready to
die with impatience to know how he came to be changed into marble.
You shall hear it, replies Scheherazade, if the sultan will give me
leave.
I found the queen lying by me, says the king of the Black Islands: I
cannot tell you whether she slept or not; but I got up without
making any noise, and went to my closet, where I made an end of
dressing myself. I afterwards went and held my council, and at my
return, the queen, clad in mourning, her hair hanging about her
eyes, and part of it torn off, presented herself before me, and
said: Sir, I come to beg your majesty not to be surprised to see me
in this condition; three afflicting pieces of news, I have just now
received all at once, are the cause of my heavy grief, of which the
tokens you see are but very faint expressions. Alas! what is that
news, madam, said I. The death of the queen, my dear mother,
answered she; that of the king, my father, killed in battle; and
that of one of my brothers, who is also fallen down a precipice.
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