Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Folklore -- Arab countries
As soon as the princess had put an end to the recital of her adventures,
Codadad declared to her that he was highly concerned at her misfortunes.
But, madam, added he, it shall be your own fault if you do not live at
ease for the future: the king of Harran’s sons offer you a safe retreat
in the court of the king their father; be pleased to accept of it. You
will be there cherished by that prince, and respected by all other
persons; and, if you do not disdain the person of your deliverer, permit
me to make you a present of it, and to marry you before all these
princes: let them be witnesses to our contract. The princess consented to
it, and the marriage was concluded that very day in the castle, where
they found all sorts of provisions. The kitchens were full of flesh and
other eatables, which the black used to feed on when he was weary of
feeding on human bodies. There was also a variety of fruits, very
excellent in their kinds, and, to complete their satisfaction, abundance
of delicious wine and other liquors.
They all sat down to table; and, after having eaten and drunk
plentifully, they took along with them the rest of the provisions, and
set out for the king of Harran’s court. They travelled several days,
encamping in the pleasantest places they could find; and they were within
one day’s journey of Harran, when, having halted, and drunk all their
wine, as being under no longer concern to make it hold out, Codadad
directed his discourse to all his company thus: Princes, I have too long
concealed from you who I am. Behold your brother Codadad! I have received
my being, as well as you, of the king of Harran. The prince of Samaria
has bred me, and the princess Pirouze is my mother. Madam, added he,
applying himself to the princess of Deryabar, do you also forgive me, for
having concealed my birth from you. Perhaps, by discovering it sooner, I
might have prevented some disagreeable reflections which may have been
occasioned by a match you may have thought unequal. No, sir, answered the
princess; the opinion I at first conceived of you heightened every
moment, and you did not stand in need of the extraction you now discover,
to make me happy.
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