Hush! Again a forest, and somebody up in a tree--not Robin Hood,
not Valentine, not the Yellow Dwarf (I have passed him and all
Mother Bunch’s wonders, without mention), but an Eastern King with a
glittering scimitar and turban. By Allah! two Eastern Kings, for I see
another, looking over his shoulder! Down upon the grass, at the tree’s
foot, lies the full length of a coal-black Giant, stretched asleep,
with his head in a lady’s lap; and near them is a glass box, fastened
with four locks of shining steel, in which he keeps the lady prisoner
when he is awake. I see the four keys at his girdle now. The lady makes
signs to the two kings in the tree, who softly descend. It is the
setting-in of the bright Arabian Nights.
Oh, now all common things become uncommon and enchanted to me. All
lamps are wonderful; all rings are talismans. Common flower-pots are
full of treasure, with a little earth scattered on the top; trees are
for Ali Baba to hide in; beefsteaks are to throw down into the Valley
of Diamonds, that the precious stones may stick to them, and be carried
by the eagles to their nests, whence the traders, with loud cries, will
scare them. Tarts are made, according to the recipe of the Vizier’s
son of Bussorah, who turned pastrycook after he was set down in his
drawers at the gate of Damascus; cobblers are all Mustaphas, and in the
habit of sewing up people cut into four pieces, to whom they are taken
blindfold.
Any iron ring let into stone is the entrance to a cave which only waits
for the magician, and the little fire, and the necromancy, that will
make the earth shake. All the dates imported come from the same tree
as that unlucky date with whose shell the merchant knocked out the
eye of the genie’s invisible son. All olives are of the stock of that
fresh fruit concerning which the Commander of the Faithful overheard
the boy conduct the fictitious trial of the fraudulent olive merchant;
all apples are akin to the apple purchased (with two others) from the
Sultan’s gardener for three sequins, and which the tall black slave
stole from the child. All dogs are associated with the dog, really
a transformed man, who jumped upon the baker’s counter, and put his
paw on the piece of bad money. All rice recalls the rice which the
awful lady, who was a ghoul, would only peck by grains, because of
her nightly feasts in the burial-place. My very rocking-horse--there
he is, with his nostrils turned completely inside-out, indicative of
Blood!--should have a peg in his neck, by virtue thereof to fly away
with me, as the wooden horse did with the Prince of Persia, in the
sight of all his father’s court.
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