"We returned, as was our custom, by the river, slowly paddling our
little canoe down the broad and beautiful stream, and enjoying every
moment of our permitted freedom. I was sorely unwilling to return to
the palace; I was even tempted to plunge into the water and make
good my escape; but the responsibility of the money intrusted to my
care made me hesitate, and the tranquil surface of the Mèinam, broken
only by its circling ripples, helped to dissipate my wicked thoughts.
Still I indulged, though almost unconsciously, the hope of obtaining
my freedom some day, without even forming a thought as to how it could
ever be accomplished. How or why I began to think of getting free I
know not. I seemed to inhale a longing for freedom with the fragrance
of flowers wafted to me on the fresh, invigorating air; every tree in
blossom, every wild flower clothed in its splendor of red and orange,
made me dream as naturally of liberty as it did of love; and I prayed
for freedom for the first time in my life, even as for the first time I
felt the strength of a supreme emotion overpowering me."
Here the woman paused for a few moments, and I was surprised to find
that she expressed herself so well, until I remembered that the
princesses of Siam make it a special point to educate the slaves born
in their household, so that in most Oriental accomplishments they
generally surpass the common people who may have become slaves by
purchase. There was something very simple and attractive in the way she
spoke of herself, and throughout our whole interview she manifested
such gentleness and resignation that she completely won my affection
and pity.
After a while she smiled sadly, and said softly: "Ah, lady! we all love
God, and we are all loved by him; yet he has seen fit to make some
masters and others slaves. Strange as the delusion may appear to you,
who are free and perfectly happy, while the slave is not happy, the
more impossible seemed the realization of my hope of freedom, the more
I thought of it and longed for it.
"One day a slave-woman came to my mistress with some new goods from
the Naikodah, and on seeing me she begged for a drink of water and
some cere (betel-leaf). As I handed her the water, she said to me in
a low tone: 'Thou art a Moslem; free thyself from this bondage to an
unbelieving race. Take from my master the price of thy freedom; come
out of this Naiwang (palace) and be restored to the true people of God.'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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