Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Folklore -- Arab countries
Misfortunes very often make us forget our duty: instead of returning
thanks to God for so singular a mercy shown me, I only lifted up my eyes
to heaven, to complain because I had been saved. I was so far from
bewailing the vizier and my governess, that I envied their fate; and, my
dreadful imaginations by degrees prevailing above my reason, I resolved
to cast myself into the sea. I was upon the point of doing so, when I
heard behind me a great noise of men and horses. I looked about to see
what it might be, and spied several armed horsemen, among whom was one
mounted on an Arabian horse. He had on a garment embroidered with silver,
a girdle set with precious stones, and a crown of gold on his head.
Though his habit had not convinced me that he was the chief of the
company, I should have judged it by the air of grandeur which appeared in
his person. He was a young man extraordinarily finely shaped, and
perfectly beautiful. Being surprised to see a young lady alone in that
place, he sent some of his officers to ask who I was. All my answer was
weeping. The shore being covered with the wreck of our ship, they
concluded some vessel had been cast away there, and that I was certainly
some person that had saved my life. This conjecture, and my inconsolable
condition, excited the curiosity of those officers, who began to ask me a
thousand questions, with assurances that their king was a generous
prince, and that I should receive all comfort in his court.
The king, impatient to know who I was, grew weary of expecting the return
of his officers, and drew near to me. He gazed on me very earnestly, and,
observing that I did not give over weeping and afflicting myself, without
being able to return an answer to their questions, he forbade them
troubling me any more; and, directing his discourse to me, said, Madam, I
conjure you to moderate your excessive affliction. Though Heaven in its
wrath has laid this calamity upon you, yet it does not behove you to
despair. I beseech you, show more courage: fortune, which has hitherto
persecuted you, is inconstant, and may soon change. I dare assure you,
that, if your misfortunes are capable of receiving any comfort, you shall
find it in my dominions. My palace is at your service: you shall live
with the queen my mother, who will endeavour by her kindness to ease your
affliction. I know not as yet who you are; but I find I am already
concerned for you.
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