Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
The fear of being known, and the necessity of supporting myself,
determined me to pursue this plan, in spite of the degradation and
pain which were attached to it.
The next day the tailor bought me a hatchet and a cord, and also a
short jacket; and recommending me to some poor people who obtained
their livelihood in the same manner, he requested them to take me
with them. They conducted me to the forest, and from this time I
regularly brought back upon my head a large bundle of wood, which I
sold for a small piece of gold money, current in that country: for
although the forest was not far off, wood was nevertheless dear in
that city, because there were few men who gave themselves the
trouble of going to cut it. I soon acquired a considerable sum, and
was enabled to repay the tailor what he had expended on my account.
I had passed more than a year in this mode of life, when having one
day gone deeper into the forest than usual, I came to a very
pleasant spot, where I began to cut my wood. In cutting up the root
of a tree, I discovered an iron ring fastened to a trap-door of the
same materials. I immediately cleared away the earth that covered
it, and on lifting it up I perceived a stair-case, by which I
descended with my hatchet in my hand. When I got to the bottom of
the stairs I found myself in a vast palace, which struck me very
much, by the great brilliancy with which it was illuminated; as much
so indeed as if it had been built on the most open spot above
ground. I went forward along a gallery supported on columns of
jasper, the bases and capitals of which were of massive gold, but
stopt suddenly on beholding a lady, who appeared to have so noble
and graceful an air, and to possess such extraordinary beauty, that
my attention was taken off from every other object, and my eyes
fixed on her alone.
To prevent this beautiful lady from having the trouble of coming to
me, I made haste towards her; and while I was making a most
respectful reverence, she said to me, “Who are you; a man or a
Genius?”--“I am a man, madam,” I answered, getting up, “nor
have I any commerce with Genii.”--“By what adventure,”
replied she, with a deep sigh, “have you come here? I have
remained here more than twenty-five years, and during the whole of
that time I have seen no other man than yourself.”
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