Types of Prose Narratives: A Text-Book for the Story WriterFansler, Harriott Ely
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Types of Prose Narratives: A Text-Book for the Story Writer
Fansler, Harriott Ely
English prose literature; Storytelling
When the Emeer Moosa beheld this damsel, he wondered extremely at her
loveliness, and he saluted her respectfully. But Talib said to the
Emeer, "This damsel is dead. There is no life in her. How, then, can
she return the salutation?" And he added, "O Emeer, she is skillfully
embalmed. Her eyes were taken out after her death, and quicksilver put
beneath them, after which they were restored to their places; so they
gleam, and whenever the air puts them in motion the beholder imagines
that she twinkles her eyes, though she is dead." Then they saw that the
couch upon which the damsel sat had steps, and upon the steps were
two slaves, one of them white and the other black. In the hand of one
of them was a weapon of steel, and in the hand of the other a jeweled
sword that dazzled the eyes. Before the two slaves was a tablet of gold
on which was the following inscription:
"O thou, if thou know me not, I will acquaint thee with my name and
descent. I am Tedmur, the daughter of the King of the Amalekites. I
possessed what none of the kings possessed, and ruled with justice.
I gave and bestowed, and lived a long time in the enjoyment of
happiness and an easy life, and emancipated female and male slaves.
Thus I did until death came to my abode, and the case was this:
Seven years in succession came upon us, during which no water
descended on us from heaven, nor did any grass grow for us on the
face of the earth. So we ate what food we had in our dwellings,
and after that we fell upon the beasts and ate them, and there
remained nothing. Upon this I caused the wealth to be brought, and
measured it with a measure, and sent it by trusty men, who went
about with it through all the districts, not leaving unvisited a
single large city, to seek for some food. But they found none, and
they returned to us with the wealth, after a long absence. Then
we exposed to view our riches and our treasures, locked the gates
of the fortresses in our city, and we all died, as thou beholdest
and left what we had built and what we had treasured. This is our
story. Whoever arrives at our city, and enters it, let him take of
the wealth what he can, but not touch anything that is on my body,
for it is the covering of my person, and the attire with which I am
fitted forth from the world. Therefore, let him not seize aught of
it; for he would destroy himself."
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