Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
I passed the night under this dome; and while I was asleep, a
venerable old man appeared to me, and said, “Agib, attend; when
you awake, dig up the earth under your feet, and you will find a
brazen bow with three leaden arrows, manufactured under certain
constellations, in order to deliver mankind from many evils which
continually menace them. Shoot these three arrows at the statue; the
man will then fall into the sea, and the horse at your feet, which
you must bury in the same spot from whence you take the bow and
arrows. This being finished, the sea will begin to be agitated, and
will rise as high as the foot of the dome at the top of the
mountain. When it shall have risen thus high, you will see a small
vessel come towards the shore with only one man in it, who holds an
oar in each hand. This man will be of brass, but different from the
one that was overthrown. Embark with him without pronouncing the
name of God, and let him conduct you. In ten days he will have
carried you into another sea, where you will find the means of
returning to your own country in safety; provided, as I have already
told you, you forbear from mentioning the name of God during the
whole of your voyage.”
Such was the discourse of the old man. As soon as I was awake, I got
up much consoled by this vision, and did not fail doing as the old
man had ordered me. I uncovered the bow and the arrows, and shot
them at the statue. With the third arrow I overthrew the man, who
fell into the sea, while the horse lay at my feet. I buried it in
the place where I found the bow and arrows, and while I was doing
this, the sea rose by degrees till it reached the foot of the dome
on the summit of the mountain. I perceived a vessel at a distance
coming towards me. I offered my benedictions to God at thus seeing
my dream in every respect proving a reality. The vessel at length
approached the land, and I saw in it a man made of brass as had been
described. I embarked, and took particular care not to pronounce the
name of God. I did not even utter a single word. When I had sat
down, the brazen figure began to row from the mountain. He continued
doing so without intermission till the ninth day, when I saw some
islands, which made me hope I should soon be free from every danger
that I dreaded. The excess of my joy made me forget the order that
had been given me as a security, “Blessed be God,” I cried out,
“God be praised.”
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