Seated in the market in a shady place I would watch the throngs that
moved about there. I saw the merchants who had come down the river in
such round boats as we had voyaged in. They brought casks of the wine
of the palm to the market. And I saw those who had come from Arabia
with spices, and my master would tell me how these spices had been
gathered. Some had frankincense that grows on trees that are guarded
by winged serpents. Only with smoke of burning styrax could they drive
the serpents from the trees. And others had cassia that is found in a
shallow lake guarded by fierce, bat-like creatures. To gather it men
have to cover themselves all over with the hides of cattle, leaving
openings for their eyes only. And there are the merchants who have
the ladanum that settles on low bushes, and that sticks to the beards
of he-goats that go amongst the bushes. Others have the cinnamon that
is used by birds to build their nests against high cliffs. Men cannot
climb these cliffs to gather the sticks of cinnamon, but they make the
birds bring into their nests such weights as break the nests down and
so strew on the ground the sticks of cinnamon. They slaughter cattle
under the cliffs, and the birds fly into their nests with great pieces
of the meat, and the weight of these pieces of meat breaks down the
nests. And so men gather cinnamon in Arabia.
And one day my master showed me the King of Babylon as he came into the
market place.
He wore a black cloak that had only one stripe of purple in it, and a
boy went beside him holding an Indian hound in a leash. Having come
into the market the King seated himself in a special place, and he
drank wine and ate honey cakes, and talked with the strangers that were
brought before him, and let himself be gaped at by throngs of people.
And then, from one to another of those who were around him, my master
and I heard it said, “The King, surely, has had remarkable dreams.”
In three days my master was sent for by the King, and he came into
the palace again bringing me with him, and he was saluted as a Magus.
The King’s dreams were told to him. The first dream was of a drinking
cup that blazed with fire, and the second dream was of a ram-headed
man with golden horns, and the third dream was of a soldier in a
black cloak. All those dreams, according to those in the palace who
considered dreams, were of a treasure. Zabulun, my master, agreed that
assuredly they were of a treasure, knowing that whatever the King
dreamed of after he had put the thought of a treasure into the minds of
those in the palace would be thought to be of that and of nothing else.
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