The nights of Straparola, volume 1 [of 2]Straparola, Giovanni Francesco
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The nights of Straparola, volume 1 [of 2]
Straparola, Giovanni Francesco
Fairy tales -- Italy; Tales -- Italy
As soon, then, as the two sons had received their parents’ benediction,
and secured the treasure prepared for them, they departed secretly
together; and after they had ridden for many days without lighting upon
any spot which pleased them, they began to be sorely troubled at their
fate. Then Livoretto spoke and addressed his brother: ‘We have all this
time ridden in one another’s company, and narrowly searched the country
without having wrought any deed which could add aught to our repute.
Wherefore it seems to me wiser (supposing what I propose contents you
also) that we should separate one from the other, and that each one
should go in search of adventures for himself.’
Listico, having taken thought of his brother’s proposition, agreed
thereto, and then, after they had warmly embraced and kissed each other,
they bade farewell and went their several ways. Listico, of whom nothing
more was ever heard, took his way towards the West, while Livoretto
journeyed into the East. And it happened that, after he had consumed a
great space of time in going from one place to another, and seen almost
every country under the sun, and spent all the jewels and the money and
the other treasures his good father had given him, save and except the
magic horse, Livoretto found himself at last in Cairo, the royal city of
Egypt, which was at that time under the rule of a sultan whose name was
Danebruno, a man wise in all the secrets of statecraft, and powerful
through his riches and his high estate, but now heavily stricken in
years. But, notwithstanding his advanced age, he was inflamed with the
most ardent love for Bellisandra, the youthful daughter of Attarante,
the King of Damascus, against which city he had at this time sent a
powerful army with orders to camp round about it, and to lay siege to
it, and to take it by storm, in order that, either by love or by force,
he might win for himself the princess to wife. But Bellisandra, who had
already a certain foreknowledge that the Sultan of Cairo was both old
and ugly, had made up her mind once for all that, rather than be forced
to become the wife of such a man, she would die by her own hand.
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