Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
The ten young men observing that I was not to be shaken in my
resolution, took a sheep and killed it: after they had taken off the
skin, they gave me the knife they had made use of, and said, “Take
this knife, it will serve you for an occasion of which we will soon
inform you: we are going to sew you up in this skin, in which it is
necessary you should be entirely concealed. We shall then leave you
in this place and retire. Soon afterwards a bird of a most enormous
size, which they call a roc, will appear in the air, and taking you
for a sheep, will plunge down upon you and lift you up to the
clouds: but do not let this alarm you. The bird will soon return
with his prey towards the earth, and will lay you down on the top of
a mountain. As soon as you shall feel yourself upon the ground, rip
open the skin with the knife, and discover yourself. On seeing you,
the roc will be alarmed and fly away, leaving you at liberty. Do not
stop there, but go on until you arrive at a castle of a most
prodigious magnitude, entirely covered with plates of gold, set with
large emeralds and other precious stones. Go to the gate, which is
always open, and enter. All of us who are here have been in this
castle: but we will tell you nothing of what we saw nor what
happened to us, as you will learn every thing yourself. The only
thing we can inform you of is, that it has cost each of us a right
eye, and the penance of which you were witness is what we are
obliged to undergo in consequence of our having been there. The
particular history of each of us is full of such wonderful
adventures they would make a large book--but we cannot now tell you
more.”
As soon as the young man had finished this speech I wrapped myself
up in the sheep-skin, and took the knife which they had given me.
After they had taken the trouble to sew me up in it, they left me in
that place, and retired into their apartment. It was not long before
the roc which they had mentioned made its appearance, plunged down
upon me, took me up in its talons as if I were a sheep, and
transported me to the summit of a mountain. When I perceived that I
was upon the ground, I did not fail to make use of the knife. I
ripped open the skin, threw it off, and appeared before the roc, who
flew away the instant it saw me. This roc is a white bird of an
enormous size; its strength is such, that it will lift up elephants
from the ground, and carry them to the tops of mountains, where it
devours them.
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