The golden heart, and other fairy storiesJacob, Violet
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The golden heart, and other fairy stories
Jacob, Violet
Children's stories; Fairy tales; Fantasy literature
“Neither have I,” rejoined the Pelican, “but I can answer, for all that.
She draws the end of her veil over her mouth as she goes; this is
because she has seen much of the ways of city women who veil themselves.
You may also have noticed that she turned under the gateway by the
mosque. Now that gateway is small and mean, and only those acquainted
with this street know that there is a passage through it to the
thoroughfare where the cloth-merchants live; where every man is rich and
keeps a pile of melons behind his wares for the entertainment of
visitors. Doubtless she has been there many a time.”
The young man was still more astonished. “I perceive,” said he, “that
one of the jewels in my shop is the rare jewel of wisdom.”
At this the Pelican rejoiced in his heart. “Wisdom is like other
wildfowl, and roosts with its kind,” he replied.
“I perceive also that you have learnt to speak with great civility,”
continued the young man.
“Sir,” said the bird again, “while sitting here I have observed the
manners of the grave and reverend persons who pass by, and of the aged
sheikhs who come on their donkeys to drink coffee with the merchant
opposite.”
After this the two lived together in great content till, one day, the
young man in yellow spoke his mind.
“Friend,” said he, “we have now been companions for some time; but I
must tell you I think this no suitable life for a bird of your talents.
You see nothing of your own kind here, nor anything outside my shop. It
is time we began to think of your future. You should marry and rear a
family instead of sitting here. Wisdom is good, but it is also portable,
so you can carry it away when you go. I have been thinking this over,
and I have found a good opening for you; my uncle’s brother-in-law is
keeper of the garden at Prince Hassan’s palace outside the city. There,
there are great trees, lakes, islands, fruits, and a very high family of
Pelicans has been settled there for many years. At my request you would
be well received, and you could then marry and live respectably. I shall
be grieved beyond measure at parting from you, but, having your welfare
at heart, I shall make up my mind to it. Besides, I will go to see you
regularly every Friday.”
At first the bird was very unwilling to agree to this plan, for he was
much attached to his friend, but at last he consented: and the young man
hired an ass and rode to Prince Hassan’s garden with the Pelican sitting
before him on the saddle. His uncle’s brother-in-law received them
warmly, and installed the Pelican on a fine lake where there were
islands covered with long grass, and, at one side, a mass of tall
scarlet flowers standing by the banks with their roots in the water.
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