They were silent, but the old woman peeped from behind a curtain, and
saw the snake busy at the pots which she had placed ready for him in
the courtyard. And after he had done eating and drinking he came to the
door:
‘You old body!’ he cried; ‘what smell is that I smell inside that is not
the smell of every day?’
‘Oh, master!’ answered she, ‘I am alone, as I always am! But to-day,
after many days, I have sprinkled fresh scent all over me, and it is
that which you smell. What else could it be, master?’
All this time the gazelle had been standing close to the door, holding
the sword in one of its front paws. And as the snake put one of
his heads through the hole that he had made so as to get in and out
comfortably, it cut it of so clean that the snake really did not feel
it. The second blow was not quite so straight, for the snake said to
himself, ‘Who is that who is trying to scratch me?’ and stretched out
his third head to see; but no sooner was the neck through the hole than
the head went rolling to join the rest.
When six of his heads were gone the snake lashed his tail with such fury
that the gazelle and the old woman could not see each other for the dust
he made. And the gazelle said to him, ‘You have climbed all sorts of
trees, but this you can’t climb,’ and as the seventh head came darting
through it went rolling to join the rest.
Then the sword fell rattling on the ground, for the gazelle had fainted.
The old woman shrieked with delight when she saw her enemy was dead, and
ran to bring water to the gazelle, and fanned it, and put it where the
wind could blow on it, till it grew better and gave a sneeze. And
the heart of the old woman was glad, and she gave it more water, till
by-and-by the gazelle got up.
‘Show me this house,’ it said, ‘from beginning to end, from top to
bottom, from inside to out.’
So she arose and showed the gazelle rooms full of gold and precious
things, and other rooms full of slaves. ‘They are all yours, goods and
slaves,’ said she.
But the gazelle answered, ‘You must keep them safe till I call my
master.’
For two days it lay and rested in the house, and fed on milk and rice,
and on the third day it bade the old woman farewell and started back to
its master.
And when he heard that the gazelle was at the door he felt like a man
who has found the time when all prayers are granted, and he rose and
kissed it, saying: ‘My father, you have been a long time; you have left
sorrow with me. I cannot eat, I cannot drink, I cannot laugh; my heart
felt no smile at anything, because of thinking of you.’
And the gazelle answered: ‘I am well, and where I come from it is well,
and I wish that after four days you would take your wife and go home.’
And he said: ‘It is for you to speak. Where you go, I will follow.’
‘Then I shall go to your father-in-law and tell him this news.’
‘Go, my son.’
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