The Literature of Arabia: With Critical and Biographical Sketches by Epiphanius Wilson
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The Literature of Arabia: With Critical and Biographical Sketches by Epiphanius Wilson
Arabic literature
When we believed him to be really gone we started up bemoaning our
horrible fate, until the hall echoed with our despairing cries. Though
we were many and our enemy was alone it did not occur to us to kill him,
and indeed we should have found that a hard task, even if we had thought
of it, and no plan could we devise to deliver ourselves. So at last,
submitting to our sad fate, we spent the day in wandering up and down
the island eating such fruits as we could find, and when night came we
returned to the castle, having sought in vain for any other place of
shelter. At sunset the giant returned, supped upon one of our unhappy
comrades, slept and snored till dawn, and then left us as before. Our
condition seemed to us so frightful that several of my companions
thought it would be better to leap from the cliffs and perish in the
waves at once, rather than await so miserable an end; but I had a plan
of escape which I now unfolded to them, and which they at once agreed to
attempt.
"Listen, my brothers," I added. "You know that plenty of driftwood lies
along the shore. Let us make several rafts, and carry them to a suitable
place. If our plot succeeds, we can wait patiently for the chance of
some passing ship which would rescue us from this fatal island. If it
fails, we must quickly take to our rafts; frail as they are, we have
more chance of saving our lives with them than we have if we remain
here."
All agreed with me, and we spent the day in building rafts, each capable
of carrying three persons. At nightfall we returned to the castle, and
very soon in came the giant, and one more of our number was sacrificed.
But the time of our vengeance was at hand! As soon as he had finished
his horrible repast he lay down to sleep as before, and when we heard
him begin to snore I, and nine of the boldest of my comrades, rose
softly, and took each a spit, which we made red-hot in the fire, and
then at a given signal we plunged it with one accord into the giant's
eye, completely blinding him. Uttering a terrible cry, he sprang to his
feet clutching in all directions to try to seize one of us, but we had
all fled different ways as soon as the deed was done, and thrown
ourselves flat upon the ground in corners where he was not likely to
touch us with his feet.
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