Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Tales -- Arab countries
The queen returned from the bath; we supped together, and before we
went to bed she presented me the cup of water, which it was usual
for me to take; but instead of drinking it, I approached a window
that was open, and threw it out without her perceiving me. I then
returned the cup into her own hands, that she might suppose I had
drank the contents. We soon retired to rest, and shortly after,
supposing that I was asleep, although I was not, she got up with so
little precaution, that she said aloud, “Sleep, and mayst thou
never wake more.” She dressed quickly, and left the chamber.
The queen had no sooner quitted me than I got up, and dressed myself
as quickly as possible, and taking my scimitar, I followed her so
closely, that I heard her footsteps just before me, when, regulating
my steps by hers, I walked softly for fear of being heard. She
passed through several doors, which opened by virtue of some magic
words she pronounced; the last she opened was that of the garden,
which she entered. I stopped at this door that she might not see me,
while she crossed a parterre; and following her with my eyes, as
well as the obscurity of the night would permit, I remarked, that
she went into a little wood, the walks of which were enclosed by a
thick hedge. I repaired thither by another way, and hiding myself
behind the hedge of one of the paths, I perceived that she was
walking with a man.
I did not fail to listen attentively to their discourse, when I
heard what follows: “I do not deserve,” said the queen to her
lover, “your reproaches for my want of diligence; you well know
the reason of it; but if all the marks of love which I have hitherto
given you are not sufficient to persuade you of my sincerity, I am
ready to give you still more convincing proofs of it; you have only
to command, you know my power. I will if you wish it, before the sun
rises, change this great city and this beautiful palace into
frightful ruins, which shall be inhabited only by wolves, and owls,
and ravens. Shall I transport all the stones, with which these walls
are so strongly built, beyond Mount Caucasus, and farther than the
boundaries of the habitable world? You have only to speak, and all
this place shall be transformed.”
As the queen finished this speech, she and her lover, having reached
the end of the walk, turned to enter another, and passed before me;
I had already drawn my scimitar, and as the lover was next me, I
struck him on the neck, and he fell. I believed I had killed him,
and with this persuasion, I retired precipitately, without
discovering myself to the queen, whom I wished to spare, as she was
my cousin.
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