Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
“All that I can do for you,” he said, “is to spare your life;
yet do not flatter yourself that I shall suffer you to return safe
and well. I must at least make you feel what I can do by means of my
enchantments.” At these words he violently seized me, and carrying
me through the vaulted roof of the subterranean palace, which opened
at his approach, he elevated me so high, that the earth appeared to
me only like a small white cloud. From this height he again
descended as quick as lightning, and alighted on the top of a
mountain. On this spot he took up a handful of earth, and
pronouncing, or rather muttering, certain words, of which I could
not comprehend the meaning, threw it over me: “Quit,” he cried,
“the figure of a man, and assume that of an ape.” He immediately
disappeared, and I remained quite alone, changed into an ape,
overwhelmed with grief, in an unknown country, and ignorant whether
I was near the dominions of the king, my father.
I descended the mountain, and came to a flat level country, the
extremity of which I did not reach till I had travelled a month;
when I arrived at the sea-coast. There was at this time a profound
calm, and I perceived a vessel about half a league from the shore.
That I might not omit taking advantage of so fortunate a
circumstance, I broke off a large branch from a tree, and dragged it
after me to the sea-side. I then got astride it, with a stick in
each hand by way of oar. In this manner I rowed myself along towards
the vessel, and when I was sufficiently near to be seen, I presented
a most extraordinary sight to the sailors and passengers, who were
upon deck. They looked at me with the greatest admiration and
astonishment. In the mean time I got along-side, and taking hold of
a rope, I climbed up to the deck. But as I could not speak, I found
myself in the greatest embarrassment. And in fact, the danger I now
ran was not less imminent than what I had before experienced, when I
was in the power of the Genius.
The merchants, who were on board, were both scrupulous and
superstitious, and thought that I should be the cause of some
misfortunes happening to them during their voyage, if they received
me. “I will kill him,” cried one, “with a blow of this
handspike.”--“Let me shoot an arrow through his body,”
exclaimed another: “and then let us throw him into the sea,”
said a third. Nor would they have desisted from executing their
different threats, if I had not run to the captain, and thrown
myself prostrate at his feet. In this supplicating posture I laid
hold of the bottom of his dress; and he was so struck with this
action, as well as with the tears that fell from my eyes, that he
took me under his protection, declaring he would make any one
repent, who should offer me the least injury. He even caressed and
encouraged me. In order to make up for the loss of speech, I in
return showed him, by means of signs, how much I was obliged to him.
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