‘Now that we own such a splendid troop of oxen you had better hasten
and get yourself a wife, lest some illness should overtake them.
Already we have seen in the villages round about one or two damsels
whose parents would gladly part with them for less than half the herd.
Therefore tell us which you like best, and we will buy her for you.’
But the son answered:
‘Not so; the maidens I have seen do not please me. If, indeed, I must
marry, let me travel and find a wife for myself.’
‘It shall be as you wish,’ said the parents; ‘but if by-and-by trouble
should come of it, it will be your fault and not ours.’
The youth, however, would not listen; and bidding his father and mother
farewell, set out on his search. Far, far away he wandered, over
mountains and across rivers, till he reached a village where the people
were quite different from those of his own race. He glanced about him
and noticed that the girls were fair to look upon, as they pounded
maize or stewed something that smelt very nice in earthen
pots--especially if you were hot and tired; and when one of the maidens
turned round and offered the stranger some dinner, he made up his mind
that he would wed her and nobody else.
So he sent a message to her parents asking their leave to take her for
his wife, and they came next day to bring their answer.
‘We will give you our daughter,’ said they, ‘if you can pay a good
price for her. Never was there so hardworking a girl; and how we shall
do without her we cannot tell! Still-- no doubt your father and mother
will come themselves and bring the price?’
‘No; I have the price with me,’ replied the young man; laying down a
handful of gold pieces. ‘Here it is--take it.’
The old couple’s eyes glittered greedily; but custom forbade them to
touch the price before all was arranged.
‘At least,’ said they, after a moment’s pause, ‘we may expect them to
fetch your wife to her new home?’
‘No; they are not used to travelling,’ answered the bridegroom. ‘Let
the ceremony be performed without delay, and we will set forth at once.
It is a long journey.’
Then the parents called in the girl, who was lying in the sun outside
the hut, and, in the presence of all the village, a goat was killed,
the sacred dance took place, and a blessing was said over the heads of
the young people. After that the bride was led aside by her father,
whose duty it was to bestow on her some parting advice as to her
conduct in her married life.
‘Be good to your husband’s parents,’ added he, ‘and always do the will
of your husband.’ And the girl nodded her head obediently. Next it
was the mother’s turn; and, as was the custom of the tribe, she spoke
to her daughter:
‘Will you choose which of your sisters shall go with you to cut your
wood and carry your water?’
‘I do not want any of them,’ answered she; ‘they are no use. They will
drop the wood and spill the water.’
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account