The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 03 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 03 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Kamar al- Zaman
wept and lamented his separation from spouse and sire, when he beheld
those two birds weeping over their mate. Then he looked at the twain
and saw them dig a grave and therein bury the slain bird; after which
they flew away far into the firmament and disappeared for a while; but
presently they returned with the murtherer-bird and, alighting on the
grave of the murthered, stamped on the slayer till they had done him to
death. Then they rent his belly and tearing out his entrails, poured
the blood on the grave of the slain[FN#328]: moreover, they stripped
off his skin and tare his flesh in pieces and, pulling out the rest of
the bowels, scattered them hither and thither. All this while Kamar
al-Zaman was watching them wonderingly; but presently, chancing to look
at the place where the two birds had slain the third, he saw therein
something gleaming. So he drew near to it and noted that it was the
crop of the dead bird. Whereupon he took it and opened it and found the
talisman which had been the cause of his separation from his wife. But
when he saw it and knew it, he fell to the ground a-fainting for joy;
and, when he revived, he said, "Praised be Allah! This is a foretaste
of good and a presage of reunion with my beloved." Then he examined the
jewel and passed it over his eyes[FN#329]; after which he bound it to
his forearm, rejoicing in coming weal, and walked about till nightfall
awaiting the gardener's return; and when he came not, he lay down and
slept in his wonted place. At daybreak he rose to his work and, girding
his middle with a cord of palm- fibre, took hatchet and basket and
walked down the length of the garden, till he came to a carob-tree and
struck the axe into its roots. The blow rang and resounded; so he
cleared away the soil from the place and discovered a trap-door and
raised it.—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying
her permitted say.
When It was the Two Hundred and Fourteenth Night,
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