Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Folklore -- Arab countries
Now we may talk, said Morabec: the island we are on belongs to the king
of the genii; there are no more such throughout the world. Look all about
you, prince; can there be a more delightful place? It is certainly a
lively representation of the charming place God has appointed for the
faithful observers of our law. Behold the fields, adorned with all sorts
of flowers and odoriferous plants: admire those fine trees, whose
delicious fruit makes the branches hang down to the ground: enjoy the
delight of those harmonious songs formed in the air by a thousand birds,
of as many various sorts, unknown in other countries. Zeyn could never
sufficiently admire the beauty of those things that were about him, and
still found something new as he advanced farther into the island.
At length they came before a palace all of fine emeralds, encompassed
with a ditch, on the banks whereof, at certain distances, were planted
such tall trees that they shaded the whole palace. Before the gate, which
was of massy gold, was a bridge made of one single shell of a fish,
though it was at least six fathoms long and three in breadth. At the head
of the bridge stood a company of genii, of a prodigious height, who
guarded the entrance into the castle with great clubs of china steel.
Let us go no farther, said Morabec; these genii will beat our brains out;
and if we would prevent their coming to us, we must perform a magical
ceremony. He then drew out of a purse he had under his garment four long
stripes of yellow taffety; one he put about his middle, and laid the
other on his back, giving the other two to the prince, who did the like.
Then Morabec laid on the ground two large table-cloths, on the edges
whereof he scattered some precious stones, musk, and amber. Then he sat
down on one of those cloths, and Zeyn on the other; and Morabec said to
the prince, I will now, sir, conjure the king of the genii, who lives in
the palace that is before us, that he may come peaceably to us. I confess
I am somewhat uneasy about the reception he is like to give us. If our
coming into this island is displeasing to him, he will appear in the
shape of a dreadful monster; but if he approves of our design, he will
come in the shape of a handsome man. As soon as he appears before us, you
must rise and salute him, without going off your cloth; for you would
certainly perish, should you stir off it. You may say to him, Sovereign
lord of the genii, my father, who was your servant, has been taken away
by the angel of death; I wish your majesty may protect me, as you always
protected my father. If the king of the genii ask you what favour you
desire of him, you must answer, Sir, I most humbly beg of you to give me
the ninth statue.
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