From Sumatra they sailed to the Nicobar and Andaman islands, the natives
of which were naked and bestial savages, though the country produced
excellent cloves, cocoanuts, Brazil wood, red and white sandal wood, and
various kinds of spices. They next touched at Ceylon, which appeared to
Marco Polo, and not altogether without reason, to be the finest island in
the world. Here no grain, except rice, was cultivated; but the country
produced a profusion of oil, sesamum, milk, flesh, palm wine, sapphires,
topazes, amethysts, and the best rubies in the world. Of this last kind
of gem the King of Ceylon was said to possess the finest specimen in
existence, the stone being as long as a man’s hand, of corresponding
thickness, and glowing like fire. The wonders of Adam’s Peak Marco
Polo heard of, but did not behold. His account of the pearl-fishery he
likewise framed from report.
From Ceylon they proceeded towards the Persian Gulf, touching in their
way upon the coast of the Carnatic, where Marco learned some particulars
respecting the Hindoos; as, that they were an unwarlike people, who
imported horses from Ormus, and generally abstained from beef; that their
rich men were carried about in palankeens; and that from motives of the
origin of which he was ignorant, every man carefully preserved his own
drinking-vessels from the touch of another.
At length, after a voyage of eighteen months, they arrived in the
dominions of Argûn, but found that that prince was dead, the heir to the
throne a minor, and the functions of government exercised by a regent.
They delivered the princess, who was now nearly nineteen, to Kazan, the
son of Argûn; and having been magnificently entertained for nine months
by the regent, who presented them at parting with four tablets of gold,
each a cubit long and five fingers broad, they continued their journey
through Kurdistan and Mingrelia, to Trebizond, where they embarked upon
the Black Sea; and, sailing down the Bosphorus and Dardanelles, crossed
the Ægean, touched at Negropont, and arrived safely at Venice, in the
year 1295.
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