India -- History -- 1000-1526 -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Reincarnation -- Fiction
“So thought all that heard it; and no man looked for it to come to
pass. Yet it happened that Abdullah and Zenora had not been wedded a
month when the husband sickened. Though he grew constantly worse, he
but clung the more to his wife, and she to him, until it seemed that
he must surely die. Then, in her bitterness and grief, Zenora called
upon her father and her husband’s father for aid; and the nobleman
and the learned and holy one took counsel together, and prayed to
Allah and the Archangels. And their prayer was answered. A voice from
heaven addressed them, bidding Said bring forth the richest treasure
of his house, and then Hussen to bless it and then take it to Abdullah
for a charm against the evil of the curse; and, while he carried it,
it would give him health and bring him children. So Said went and
got this ruby, which was renowned throughout Yemen for its size and
perfection. And Hussen, performing his part of the task, blessed the
gem and consecrated it to Allah, and took it to his son, who by it was
miraculously restored to health. Abdullah and Zenora lived happily,
and had many daughters, but only one son, to whom the ruby was given
at his father’s death, with the word that it should descend in time to
his first-born, and so on down. In time it was found that only those
children born of deep and lasting love were subject to the curse; but
upon these, since the time of Abdullah and Osman, the evil has never
failed to take effect when the ruby is not worn as a protective charm.
It was my father’s, and given me by him according to the custom;
wherefore my uncle, though he married and has a son, has devoted his
life to pursuits of war and hunting, knowing that the gentler pleasures
of life are not for him.”
“And hast thou never put thy stone to the test? Hast never loved?”
inquired Ragunáth, with a faintly curling smile.
“No,” answered Fidá, shortly. But the Rajah broke in:
“By Surya, ’tis a tale worth the price of the gem! Take it, Asra; and
I think it were well for thee to keep it idle while thou remainest in
this palace.”
Fidá gave a little, imperceptible start, and stared quickly into his
conqueror’s face. There was nothing to be read in it; and surely it was
impossible that the words could have had any under-meaning. Greatly
relieved at receiving back his treasure, the Asra replaced it in its
box, which he fastened again in his garment. As he did this he was
aware that Ragunáth’s eyes were still upon him; but Ragunáth’s glances
had annoyed him so often, that he failed especially to note this. He
had recovered his jewel; and now the meal was coming to an end and for
an hour he would be released from duty.
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