Arab countries -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Gothic fiction; Middle East -- Fiction
It being but seldom that time is lost in the accomplishment of a wicked
enterprise, Carathis and her negresses soon arrived at the lake, where,
after burning the magical drugs with which they were always provided,
they, stripping themselves naked, waded to their chins, Nerkes and Cafour
waving torches around them, and Carathis pronouncing her barbarous
incantations. The fishes with one accord thrust forth their heads from
the water, which was violently rippled by the flutter of their fins, and
at length finding themselves constrained by the potency of the charm,
they opened their piteous mouths, said:
“From gills to tail we are yours; what seek ye to know?”
“Fishes,” answered she, “I conjure you by your glittering scales, tell me
where now is Gulchenrouz?”
“Beyond the rock,” replied the shoal in full chorus: “will this content
you? for we do not delight in expanding our mouths.”
“It will,” returned the princess: “I am not to learn that you like not
long conversations; I will leave you therefore to repose, though I had
other questions to propound.”
The instant she had spoken the water became smooth, and the fishes at
once disappeared.
Carathis, inflated with the venom of her projects, strode hastily over
the rock, and found the amiable Gulchenrouz asleep in an arbour, whilst
the two dwarfs were watching at his side, and ruminating their accustomed
prayers. These diminutive personages possessed the gift of divining
whenever an enemy to good Mussulmans approached; thus they anticipated
the arrival of Carathis, who stopping short, said to herself:
“How placidly doth he recline his lovely little head! how pale and
languishing are his looks! it is just the very child of my wishes!”
The dwarfs interrupted this delectable soliloquy by leaping instantly
upon her, and scratching her face with their utmost zeal. But Nerkes and
Cafour betaking themselves to the succour of their mistress, pinched the
dwarfs so severely in return, that they both gave up the ghost, imploring
Mahomet to inflict his sorest vengeance upon this wicked woman and all
her household.
At the noise which this strange conflict occasioned in the valley,
Gulchenrouz awoke, and bewildered with terror sprung impetuously upon an
old fig-tree that rose against the acclivity of the rocks, from thence
gained their summits, and ran for two hours without once looking back.
At last, exhausted with fatigue, he fell as if dead into the arms of a
good old Genius, whose fondness for the company of children had made it
his sole occupation to protect them, and who, whilst performing his
wonted rounds through the air, happening on the cruel Giaour at the
instant of his growling in the horrible chasm, rescued the fifty little
victims which the impiety of Vathek had devoted to his maw. These the
Genius brought up in nests still higher than the clouds, and himself
fixed his abode in a nest more capacious than the rest, from which he had
expelled the possessors that had built it.
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