The Shaving of Shagpat; an Arabian entertainment — Volume 4 — John Shaqi
The Shaving of Shagpat; an Arabian entertainment — Volume 4Meredith, George
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The Shaving of Shagpat; an Arabian entertainment — Volume 4
Meredith, George
Arab countries -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction, English
against her bosom; and it beat exulting strokes in the midst of the rush
and roar and gurgle of the torrent, and the gulping sounds and
multitudinous outcries of the headlong water. That verse of the poet
would apply to her where he says:
Lead me to the precipice,
And bid me leap the dark abyss:
I care not what the danger be,
So my beloved, my beauteous vision,
Be but the prize I bear with me,
For she to Paradise can turn Perdition.
Praise be to him that planteth love, the worker of this marvel, within
us! Now, she sped in the manner narrated through the mazes of the
cavern, coming suddenly to the point at the entrance where perched
Koorookh gravely upon one leg, like a bird with an angling beak: he
caught at her as she was hurling toward the sea, and drew her to the bank
of rock, that burden on her bosom; and it was Shibli Bagarag, her
betrothed, his eyes closed, his whole countenance colourless. Behind him
like a shadow streamed Abarak, and Noorna kneeled by the waterside and
fetched the little man from it likewise; he was without a change, as if
drawn from a familiar element; and when he had prostrated himself thrice
and called on the Prophet's name in the form of thanksgiving, he wrung
his beard of the wet, and had wit to bless the action of Noorna, that
saved him. Then the two raised Shibli Bagarag from the rock, and
reclined him lengthwise under the wings of Koorookh, and Noorna stretched
herself there beside him with one arm about his neck, the fair head of
the youth on her bosom. And she said to Abarak, 'He hath dreamed many
dreams, my betrothed, but never one so sweet as that I give him.
Already, see, the hue returneth to his cheek and the dimples of
pleasure.' So was it; and she said, 'Mount, O thou of the net and the
bar! and stride Koorookh across the neck, for it is nigh the setting of
the moon, and by dawn we must be in our middle flight, seen of men, a
cloud over them.'
Said Abarak, 'To hear is to obey!'
He bestrode the neck of Koorookh and sat with dangling feet, till she
cried, 'Rise!' and the bird spread its wings and flapped them wide,
rising high in the silver rays, and flying rapidly forward with the three
on him from the mountain in front of Aklis, and the white sea with its
enchanted isles and wonders; flying and soaring till the earth was as
what might be held in the hollow of the hand, and the kingdoms of the
earth a mingled heap of shining dust in the midst.
THE REVIVAL
Now, the feathers of Koorookh in his flight were ruffled by a chill
breeze, and they were speeding through a light glow of cold rose-colour.
Then said Noorna, ''Tis the messenger of morning, the blush. Oh, what
changes will date from this day!'
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