The Thousand and One Nights, Vol. I.: Commonly Called the Arabian Nights' Entertainments
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The Thousand and One Nights, Vol. I.: Commonly Called the Arabian Nights' Entertainments
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
Then said the sheykh, Know, O 'Efreet, that this gazelle is the daughter
of my paternal uncle,[I_11] and she is of my flesh and my blood. I
took her as my wife when she was young,[I_12] and lived with her
about thirty years; but I was not blessed with a child by her; so I took
to me a concubine slave,[I_13] and by her I was blessed with a male
child, like the rising full moon, with beautiful eyes, and
delicately-shaped eyebrows, and perfectly-formed limbs; and he grew up
by little and little until he attained the age of fifteen years. At this
period, I unexpectedly had occasion to journey to a certain city, and
went thither with a great stock of merchandise.
Now my cousin,[I_14] this gazelle, had studied enchantment and
divination from her early years; and during my absence, she transformed
the youth above mentioned into a calf; and his mother, into a
cow;[I_15] and committed them to the care of the herdsman: and when
I returned, after a long time, from my journey, I asked after my son and
his mother, and she said, Thy slave is dead, and thy son hath fled, and
I know not whither he is gone. After hearing this, I remained for the
space of a year with mourning heart and weeping eye, until the Festival
of the Sacrifice;[I_16] when I sent to the herdsman, and ordered
him to choose for me a fat cow; and he brought me one, and it was my
concubine, whom this gazelle had enchanted. I tucked up my skirts and
sleeves, and took the knife[I_17] in my hand, and prepared myself
to slaughter her; upon which she moaned and cried so violently that I
left her, and ordered the herdsman to kill and skin her: and he did so,
but found in her neither fat nor flesh, nor anything but skin and bone;
and I repented of slaughtering her, when repentance was of no avail. I
therefore gave her to the herdsman, and said to him, Bring me a fat
calf: and he brought me my son, who was transformed into a calf. And
when the calf saw me, he broke his rope, and came to me, and fawned upon
me, and wailed and cried, so that I was moved with pity for him; and I
said to the herdsman, Bring me a cow, and let this--
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