Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
I arrived at the capital of my father, and contrary to the usual
custom, I discovered at the gate of the palace a large guard, by
whom I was immediately surrounded. I demanded the reason of this;
when an officer answered, “the army, prince, has acknowledged the
grand vizier as king in the room of your father, who is dead; and I
arrest you as prisoner on behalf of the new king.” At these words
the guards seized me and conducted me before the tyrant. Judge,
madam, what was my surprise and grief.
This rebellious vizier had conceived a strong hatred against me,
which he had for a long time cherished. The cause of it was as
follows: when I was very young, I was fond of shooting with a
cross-bow. One day I took one to the top of the palace and amused
myself with it on the terrace. A bird happened to fly before me; I
shot at it, but missed; and the arrow by chance struck the vizier on
the eye and put it out, as he was taking the air on the terrace of
his own house. As soon as I was informed of this accident, I went
and made my apologies to him in person. He did not, however, fail to
preserve a strong resentment against me, of which he gave every
proof he could when any opportunity occurred. When he now found me
in his power, he evinced it in the most barbarous manner. As soon as
he saw me, he ran towards me in the utmost rage, and digging his
fingers into my right eye, he tore it himself from the socket. It
was in this way I became blind.
But the usurper did not confine his cruelty to this action alone. He
ordered me to be imprisoned in a sort of cage, and to be carried in
this manner to some distant place, where the executioner, after
cutting off my head, was to leave my body exposed to the birds of
prey. The executioner mounted his horse, accompanied by another man,
and carried me with him. He did not stop till he came to a place
proper for the execution of his order. I made, however, so good a
use of entreaties, prayers, and tears, that I excited his
compassion. “Go,” said he to me, “depart instantly out of the
kingdom, and take care never to return; if you do, you will only
encounter certain destruction, and will be the cause of mine.” I
thanked him for the favour he did me: and I was no sooner alone than
I consoled myself for the loss of my eye, by reflecting that I had
just escaped from a greater misfortune.
In the state in which I was, I could not get on very fast. During
the day, I concealed myself in unfrequented and secret places, and
travelled by night as far as my strength would permit me. At length
I arrived in the country belonging to the king, my uncle; and I
proceeded directly to the capital.
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