Arab countries -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Gothic fiction; Middle East -- Fiction
They descended, however, unhurt into the valley, by the large steps which
the emir had cut in the rock; and already the murmuring of streams and
the rustling of leaves began to catch their attention. The cavalcade
soon entered a path, which was skirted by flowering shrubs, and extended
to a vast wood of palm-trees whose branches overspread a building of hewn
stone. This edifice was crowned with nine domes, and adorned with as
many portals of bronze, on which was engraven the following inscription:
“This is the asylum of pilgrims, the refuge of travellers, and the
depository of secrets for all parts of the world.”
Nine pages beautiful as the day, and clothed in robes of Egyptian linen,
very long and very modest, were standing at each door. They received the
whole retinue with an easy and inviting air. Four of the most amiable
placed the Caliph on a magnificent taktrevan; four others, somewhat less
graceful, took charge of Bababalouk, who capered for joy at the snug
little cabin that fell to his share; the pages that remained, waited on
the rest of the train.
When every thing masculine was gone out of sight, the gate of a large
inclosure on the right turned on its harmonious hinges, and a young
female of a slender form came forth. Her light brown hair floated in the
hazy breeze of the twilight. A troop of young maidens, like the
Pleiades, attended her on tip-toe. They hastened to the pavilions that
contained the sultanas; and the young lady gracefully bending said to
them:
“Charming princesses, every thing is ready; we have prepared beds for
your repose, and strewed your apartments with jasamine; no insects will
keep off slumber from visiting your eyelids; we will dispel them with a
thousand plumes. Come then, amiable ladies! refresh your delicate feet
and your ivory limbs in baths of rose water, and by the light of perfumed
lamps your servants will amuse you with tales.”
The sultanas accepted with pleasure these obliging offers, and followed
the young lady to the emir’s harem, where we must for a moment leave them
and return to the Caliph.
Vathek found himself beneath a vast dome illuminated by a thousand lamps
of rock crystal, as many vases of the same material filled with excellent
sherbet sparkled on a large table, where a profusion of viands were
spread. Amongst others were sweetbreads stewed in milk of almonds,
saffron soups, and lamb à la crême, of all of which the Caliph was
amazingly fond. He took of each as much as he was able; testified his
sense of the emir’s friendship by the gaiety of his heart; and made the
dwarfs dance against their will; for these little devotees durst not
refuse the commander of the faithful. At last he spread himself on the
sofa and slept sounder than he had ever before.
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