Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
“My son, well persuaded that his sister continued to love him,
prepared this subterraneous asylum, under pretence of building a
tomb, hoping some day to find an opportunity of getting access to
the object of his flame, and concealing her in this place. He chose
the moment of my absence, to force the retreat of his sister, which
is a circumstance that my honour will not allow me to publish. After
this criminal deed, he shut himself up with her in this building,
which he furnished, as you perceive, with all sorts of provisions,
to be able to enjoy for a length of time his detestable amours;
which must create horror in all who hear of them. But God would not
suffer such an abominable crime; and has justly punished each of
them.” He wept bitterly on finishing these words, and I mingled my
tears with his.
Some time after, he cast his eyes on me; “But, dear nephew,”
resumed he, embracing me, “if I lose an unworthy son, I may find
in you a happy reparation of my loss.” The reflections which arose
on the untimely end of the prince and the princess, his daughter,
again drew tears from us both.
We ascended the same staircase, and quitted this dismal abode. We
put the iron trap-door in its place, and covered it with earth and
the rubbish of the building, to conceal, as much as possible, so
dreadful an example of the anger of God.
We returned to the palace before our absence had been observed, and
shortly after, we heard a confused noise of trumpets, cymbals,
drums, and other warlike instruments. A thick dust, which obscured
the air, soon informed us what it was, and announced the arrival of
a formidable army. It was the same vizier who had dethroned my
father, and taken possession of his dominions, and who came now with
a large number of troops to seize those of my uncle.
This prince, who had only his usual guard, could not resist so many
enemies. They invested the city, and as the gates were opened to
them without resistance, they soon took possession of it. They had
not much difficulty to penetrate to the palace of the king, who
attempted to defend himself, but he was killed, after having dearly
sold his life. On my part, I fought for some time, but seeing that I
must surrender if I continued, I retired, and had the good fortune
to escape, and take refuge in the house of an officer of the king,
on whose fidelity I could depend.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account