Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Folklore -- Arab countries
These words pierced Pirouze’s unfortunate son to the heart. He armed
himself, went out of the city, and, like a shepherd who had lost his
flock, searched all the country for his brothers, inquiring at every
village whether they had been seen; and, hearing no news of them, was
grieved to the heart. Alas! my brothers, said he, what is become of you?
Are you perhaps fallen into the hands of our enemies? Am I come to the
court of Harran to be the occasion of giving the king so much trouble? He
was altogether comfortless for having given the princes leave to go
a-hunting, or for not having borne them company.
After some days spent in a fruitless search, he arrived in a plain of
prodigious extent, in the midst whereof was a palace all of black marble.
He drew near, and at one of the windows spied a most beautiful lady, but
set off with no other ornament than her own beauty; for her hair was
dishevelled, her garments ragged, and on her countenance appeared all the
tokens of the greatest affliction. As soon as she saw Codadad, and judged
he might hear her, she directed her discourse to him, saying, Alas! young
man, get away from this fatal place, or else you will soon fall into the
hands of the monster that inhabits it. A black who feeds only on human
blood, resides in this palace. He seizes all persons whom their ill fate
conducts to this plain, and shuts them up in his dark dungeons, whence
they are never released but to be devoured by him.
Madam, answered Codadad, tell me who you are, and be not concerned for
any more. I am a maid of quality, of Grand Cairo, replied the lady: I was
passing by this castle yesterday, in my way to Bagdad, and met with the
black, who killed all my servants, and brought me hither. I wish I had
nothing but death to fear; but, to add to my calamity, this monster would
persuade me to love him; and, in case I do not yield to-morrow to his
brutality, I must expect the utmost violence. I tell you once more, added
she, make your escape: the black will soon return: he is gone out to
pursue some travellers he spied at a distance on the plain. Lose no time;
nay, I know not whether a speedy flight will deliver you from him.
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