Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
Having returned our thanks to God for thus again uniting us, we
resolved for the future to live free, and never again to separate.
We have for a long time continued to pass this tranquil kind of
life, and as I have the whole management of the house, I take a
pleasure in sometimes going out myself to purchase the provisions we
may have occasion for. I went out yesterday for this purpose, and
ordered them to be brought home by a porter, who proved to be
possessed of some wit and humour, and we detained him in order to
divert us. The three calenders arrived about the beginning of the
evening, and requested us to afford them an asylum till the morning.
We received them upon one express condition, which they agreed to;
and after placing them at our own table, they amused us with some
music in a manner peculiar to themselves. At this particular time we
heard a knock at our gate; and we saw there were three merchants of
Moussoul, of a good handsome appearance, who requested the same
favour of us which the calenders had before done; and we granted it
them on the same condition, but not one of them observed their
promise. Although we had the power to punish them, and with the
greatest justice, we were satisfied with only requiring the recital
of each of their histories; and we confined our revenge to the act
of immediately dismissing them, and thus depriving them of the
retreat they had requested.
The caliph Haroun Alraschid was very well satisfied with the account
he thus received, and for which he was so anxious. And he publicly
expressed the pleasure and astonishment which these narratives had
afforded him. When the caliph had thus satisfied his curiosity, he
wished to give some proofs of his generosity and magnificence to the
calenders who were princes; and also to make the three ladies feel
the consequences of his bounty. Without therefore employing the
intervention of his grand vizier, he himself said to Zobeidè,
“Has not that fairy, madam, whom you first beheld under the form
of a serpent, and who has imposed so rigorous a law upon you, given
you any information were she lives; or rather, has she not promised
to see you again, and suffer the two dogs to re-assume their natural
form?”
“I ought not to have forgotten, Commander of the Faithful,”
replied Zobeidè, “to have informed you, that the fairy put a
small packet of hair into my hand; saying, at the same time, that I
should one day have occasion for her presence; and then, if I only
burnt two single hairs she would instantly be with me, although she
should happen to be beyond Mount Caucasus.”--“Where, madam,”
replied the caliph, “is this packet of hair?” She replied, that
she had from that time always carried it about with her very
carefully. She then took it out of her pocket, and opening the lid
of the box in which she kept it, she showed it to him. “Let us
then,” cried the caliph, “make the fairy appear now; you cannot,
since I wish it, call her more opportunely.”
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