Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Folklore -- Arab countries
In the mean time the giant, having emptied the pitcher and devoured above
half the bullock, turned to the woman, and said, Beautiful princess, why
do you oblige me by your obstinacy to treat you with severity? It is in
your own power to be happy. You need only to resolve to love and be true
to me, and I shall express my affection to you. Thou hideous satyr,
answered the lady, never expect that time should wear away the aversion I
have for you. Thou wilt ever be a monster in my eyes. To these words she
added so many reproaches, that the giant grew enraged. This is too much,
cried he, in a furious tone; my love undervalued is turned into rage.
Your hatred has at last caused mine; I find it prevails above my desires,
and that I now wish your death rather than enjoyment. Having spoken these
words, he took that wretched lady by the hair, held her up with one hand
in the air, and drawing his scimitar with the other, was just going to
strike off her head, when the king my father let fly an arrow, which
pierced the giant’s breast, so that he staggered and dropped down dead.
My father entered the hut, unbound the lady’s hands, asked her who she
was, and how she came thither. Sir, said she, there are some families of
Saracens along the sea-coast, who live under a prince who is my husband;
this giant you have killed was one of his principal officers. The wretch
fell desperately in love with me, but took special care to conceal it,
till he could put in execution the designs he had laid of stealing me
away. Fortune oftener favours wicked designs than the virtuous. The giant
one day surprised me and my child in a by-place. He seized us both; and,
to disappoint the search he well knew my husband would cause to be made
on account of this rape, he removed far from the country inhabited by
those Saracens, and brought us into this wood, where he has kept me some
days. As deplorable as my condition is, it is still a great satisfaction
to me to think that the giant, though so brutal and amorous, never used
force to obtain that which I always refused to his entreaties: not but
that he has threatened me a hundred times that he would have recourse to
the worst of extremities, in case he could not otherwise prevail upon me;
and, I must confess to you, that a while ago, when I provoked his anger
by my words, I was less concerned for my life than for my honour.
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