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
It happened as they rode along that they came to the bank of a river,
and in passing this the maiden drew off from her finger a very beautiful
ring which she wore thereon, and cast it secretly into the water. And
after they had been for many days on their journey, they arrived at last
at Cairo, and as soon as Livoretto had come to the palace he immediately
took the princess and presented her to the sultan, who, when he saw how
lovely and graceful and pure she was, rejoiced greatly, and bade her
welcome with all sorts of kindly speeches. And after a while, when the
hour for retiring to rest had come, and the sultan had retired with the
princess to a chamber as richly adorned as it was beautiful in itself,
the princess spake thus to the sultan: ‘Sire, do not dream that I will
ever yield to your amorous wishes unless you first command that wicked
and rascally servant of yours to find my ring which fell into the river
as we journeyed hither. When he shall have recovered it and brought it
back to me you will see that I shall be ready to comply with your
desire.’ The sultan, who was by this time all on fire with love for the
deeply injured princess, could deny her nothing which might please her;
so he turned to Livoretto and bade him straightway set forth in quest of
the ring, threatening him that if he should fail in his task he should
be immediately put to death.
Livoretto, as soon as he heard the words of the sultan, perceived that
these were orders which must be carried out at once, and that he would
put himself in great danger by running counter to his master’s wishes;
so he went out of his presence deeply troubled, and betook himself to
the stables, where he wept long and bitterly, for he was altogether
without hope that he would ever be able to recover the princess’s ring.
The fairy horse, when he saw his master thus heavily stricken with grief
and weeping so piteously, asked him what evil could have come to him to
make him shed such bitter tears; and after Livoretto had told him the
cause thereof, the horse thus addressed his master: ‘Ah, my poor master!
cease, I pray you, to talk in this strain. Remember the words that the
fish spake to you, and open your ears to hear what I shall say, and take
good heed to carry out everything as I shall direct you. Go back to the
sultan and ask him for all you may need for your enterprise, and then
set about it with a confident spirit, and have no doubts.’ Livoretto
therefore did exactly what the horse commanded him to do, no more and no
less; and, after having travelled for some time, came at last to that
particular spot where he had crossed the river with the princess, and
there he laid the three scales of the fish on the green turf of the
bank. Whereupon the fish, gliding through the bright and limpid stream,
leaping now to this side and now to that, swam up to where Livoretto
stood with every manifestation of joy and gladness, and, having brought
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