Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
“Well then,” said he to his nurse, “out of regard for you I
will grant her life; but I am determined she shall carry some marks
to make her remember her crime.” Having said this, one of the
slaves, by his order, gave me so many blows with a small pliant cane
on my sides and bosom, that the skin and flesh were torn in every
part. I remained quite senseless. After this, the same slaves who
were the agents of his rage, carried me into another house, where I
was taken all possible care of by the old woman. I was obliged to
keep my bed four months; at length I was cured; but the scars which
I could not prevent you from seeing yesterday, have remained there
ever since. As soon as I was able to walk about and go out, I wished
to return to the house which I possessed by my first husband, but I
could only discover its situation, for my second husband, in the
excess of his fury, was not satisfied with having that pulled down;
he had even caused the whole street where it stood to be razed to
the ground. This no doubt was a most unjustifiable and unheard-of
revenge; but against whom could I lodge my complaint? Its author had
taken such measures to conceal himself that I could not discover
him. Besides, if I should have found him out, I might easily
conjecture, from the manner in which he had treated me, that his
power was almost absolute. How then dare I have complained?
Entirely desolate, and deprived of every succour, I had recourse to
my dear sister Zobeidè, who has already related her history to your
majesty; and I informed her of my misfortune. She received me with
her accustomed goodness, and exhorted me to bear my afflictions with
patience. “Such is the world,” she said: “it generally
deprives us either of our fortunes, our friends, or our lovers, and
sometimes even of all.” To prove, at the same time, the truth of
what she said to me, she gave me an account of the death of the
young prince, which was occasioned by her two sisters’ jealousy.
She then informed me in what manner they had been transformed into
dogs. After having, in short, given me a thousand proofs of her
friendship and regard, she presented my youngest sister to me, who
after the death of her mother had come to live with her.
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