The Story Of The Second Calendar Son Of A King

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"Madam," said the young man, addressing Zobeida, "if you wish to know

how I lost my right eye, I shall have to tell you the story of my whole


I was scarcely more than a baby, when the king my father, finding me

unusually quick and clever for my age, turned his thoughts to my

education. I was taught first to read and write, and then to learn the

Koran, which is the basis of our holy religion, and t
e better to

understand it, I read with my tutors the ablest commentators on its

teaching, and committed to memory all the traditions respecting the

Prophet, which have been gathered from the mouth of those who were his

friends. I also learnt history, and was instructed in poetry,

versification, geography, chronology, and in all the outdoor exercises

in which every prince should excel. But what I liked best of all was

writing Arabic characters, and in this I soon surpassed my masters, and

gained a reputation in this branch of knowledge that reached as far as

India itself.

Now the Sultan of the Indies, curious to see a young prince with such

strange tastes, sent an ambassador to my father, laden with rich

presents, and a warm invitation to visit his court. My father, who was

deeply anxious to secure the friendship of so powerful a monarch, and

held besides that a little travel would greatly improve my manners and

open my mind, accepted gladly, and in a short time I had set out for

India with the ambassador, attended only by a small suite on account of

the length of the journey, and the badness of the roads. However, as

was my duty, I took with me ten camels, laden with rich presents for

the Sultan.

We had been travelling for about a month, when one day we saw a cloud

of dust moving swiftly towards us; and as soon as it came near, we

found that the dust concealed a band of fifty robbers. Our men barely

numbered half, and as we were also hampered by the camels, there was no

use in fighting, so we tried to overawe them by informing them who we

were, and whither we were going. The robbers, however, only laughed,

and declared that was none of their business, and, without more words,

attacked us brutally. I defended myself to the last, wounded though I

was, but at length, seeing that resistance was hopeless, and that the

ambassador and all our followers were made prisoners, I put spurs to my

horse and rode away as fast as I could, till the poor beast fell dead

from a wound in his side. I managed to jump off without any injury,

and looked about to see if I was pursued. But for the moment I was

safe, for, as I imagined, the robbers were all engaged in quarrelling

over their booty.

I found myself in a country that was quite new to me, and dared not

return to the main road lest I should again fall into the hands of the

robbers. Luckily my wound was only a slight one, and after binding it

up as well as I could, I walked on for the rest of the day, till I

reached a cave at the foot of a mountain, where I passed the night in

peace, making my supper off some fruits I had gathered on the way.

I wandered about for a whole month without knowing where I was going,

till at length I found myself on the outskirts of a beautiful city,

watered by winding streams, which enjoyed an eternal spring. My

delight at the prospect of mixing once more with human beings was

somewhat damped at the thought of the miserable object I must seem. My

face and hands had been burned nearly black; my clothes were all in

rags, and my shoes were in such a state that I had been forced to

abandon them altogether.

I entered the town, and stopped at a tailor's shop to inquire where I

was. The man saw I was better than my condition, and begged me to sit

down, and in return I told him my whole story. The tailor listened

with attention, but his reply, instead of giving me consolation, only

increased my trouble.

"Beware," he said, "of telling any one what you have told me, for the

prince who governs the kingdom is your father's greatest enemy, and he

will be rejoiced to find you in his power."

I thanked the tailor for his counsel, and said I would do whatever he

advised; then, being very hungry, I gladly ate of the food he put

before me, and accepted his offer of a lodging in his house.

In a few days I had quite recovered from the hardships I had undergone,

and then the tailor, knowing that it was the custom for the princes of

our religion to learn a trade or profession so as to provide for

themselves in times of ill-fortune, inquired if there was anything I

could do for my living. I replied that I had been educated as a

grammarian and a poet, but that my great gift was writing.

"All that is of no use here," said the tailor. "Take my advice, put on

a short coat, and as you seem hardy and strong, go into the woods and

cut firewood, which you will sell in the streets. By this means you

will earn your living, and be able to wait till better times come. The

hatchet and the cord shall be my present."

This counsel was very distasteful to me, but I thought I could not do

otherwise than adopt it. So the next morning I set out with a company

of poor wood-cutters, to whom the tailor had introduced me. Even on

the first day I cut enough wood to sell for a tolerable sum, and very

soon I became more expert, and had made enough money to repay the

tailor all he had lent me.

I had been a wood-cutter for more than a year, when one day I wandered

further into the forest than I had ever done before, and reached a

delicious green glade, where I began to cut wood. I was hacking at the

root of a tree, when I beheld an iron ring fastened to a trapdoor of

the same metal. I soon cleared away the earth, and pulling up the

door, found a staircase, which I hastily made up my mind to go down,

carrying my hatchet with me by way of protection. When I reached the

bottom I discovered that I was in a huge palace, as brilliantly lighted

as any palace above ground that I had ever seen, with a long gallery

supported by pillars of jasper, ornamented with capitals of gold. Down

this gallery a lady came to meet me, of such beauty that I forgot

everything else, and thought only of her.

To save her all the trouble possible, I hastened towards her, and bowed


"Who are you? Who are you?" she said. "A man or a genius?"

"A man, madam," I replied; "I have nothing to do with genii."

"By what accident do you come here?" she asked again with a sigh. "I

have been in this place now for five and twenty years, and you are the

first man who has visited me."

Emboldened by her beauty and gentleness, I ventured to reply, "Before,

madam, I answer your question, allow me to say how grateful I am for

this meeting, which is not only a consolation to me in my own heavy

sorrow, but may perhaps enable me to render your lot happier," and then

I told her who I was, and how I had come there.

"Alas, prince," she said, with a deeper sigh than before, "you have

guessed rightly in supposing me an unwilling prisoner in this gorgeous

place. I am the daughter of the king of the Ebony Isle, of whose fame

you surely must have heard. At my father's desire I was married to a

prince who was my own cousin; but on my very wedding day, I was

snatched up by a genius, and brought here in a faint. For a long while

I did nothing but weep, and would not suffer the genius to come near

me; but time teaches us submission, and I have now got accustomed to

his presence, and if clothes and jewels could content me, I have them

in plenty. Every tenth day, for five and twenty years, I have received

a visit from him, but in case I should need his help at any other time,

I have only to touch a talisman that stands at the entrance of my

chamber. It wants still five days to his next visit, and I hope that

during that time you will do me the honour to be my guest."

I was too much dazzled by her beauty to dream of refusing her offer,

and accordingly the princess had me conducted to the bath, and a rich

dress befitting my rank was provided for me. Then a feast of the most

delicate dishes was served in a room hung with embroidered Indian


Next day, when we were at dinner, I could maintain my patience no

longer, and implored the princess to break her bonds, and return with

me to the world which was lighted by the sun.

"What you ask is impossible," she answered; "but stay here with me

instead, and we can be happy, and all you will have to do is to betake

yourself to the forest every tenth day, when I am expecting my master

the genius. He is very jealous, as you know, and will not suffer a man

to come near me."

"Princess," I replied, "I see it is only fear of the genius that makes

you act like this. For myself, I dread him so little that I mean to

break his talisman in pieces! Awful though you think him, he shall

feel the weight of my arm, and I herewith take a solemn vow to stamp

out the whole race."

The princess, who realized the consequences of such audacity, entreated

me not to touch the talisman. "If you do, it will be the ruin of both

of us," said she; "I know genii much better than you." But the wine I

had drunk had confused my brain; I gave one kick to the talisman, and

it fell into a thousand pieces.

Hardly had my foot touched the talisman when the air became as dark as

night, a fearful noise was heard, and the palace shook to its very

foundations. In an instant I was sobered, and understood what I had

done. "Princess!" I cried, "what is happening?"

"Alas!" she exclaimed, forgetting all her own terrors in anxiety for

me, "fly, or you are lost."

I followed her advice and dashed up the staircase, leaving my hatchet

behind me. But I was too late. The palace opened and the genius

appeared, who, turning angrily to the princess, asked indignantly,

"What is the matter, that you have sent for me like this?"

"A pain in my heart," she replied hastily, "obliged me to seek the aid

of this little bottle. Feeling faint, I slipped and fell against the

talisman, which broke. That is really all."

"You are an impudent liar!" cried the genius. "How did this hatchet

and those shoes get here?"

"I never saw them before," she answered, "and you came in such a hurry

that you may have picked them up on the road without knowing it." To

this the genius only replied by insults and blows. I could hear the

shrieks and groans of the princess, and having by this time taken off

my rich garments and put on those in which I had arrived the previous

day, I lifted the trap, found myself once more in the forest, and

returned to my friend the tailor, with a light load of wood and a heart

full of shame and sorrow.

The tailor, who had been uneasy at my long absence, was, delighted to

see me; but I kept silence about my adventure, and as soon as possible

retired to my room to lament in secret over my folly. While I was thus

indulging my grief my host entered, and said, "There is an old man

downstairs who has brought your hatchet and slippers, which he picked

up on the road, and now restores to you, as he found out from one of

your comrades where you lived. You had better come down and speak to

him yourself." At this speech I changed colour, and my legs trembled

under me. The tailor noticed my confusion, and was just going to

inquire the reason when the door of the room opened, and the old man

appeared, carrying with him my hatchet and shoes.

"I am a genius," he said, "the son of the daughter of Eblis, prince of

the genii. Is not this hatchet yours, and these shoes?" Without

waiting for an answer--which, indeed, I could hardly have given him, so

great was my fright--he seized hold of me, and darted up into the air

with the quickness of lightning, and then, with equal swiftness,

dropped down towards the earth. When he touched the ground, he rapped

it with his foot; it opened, and we found ourselves in the enchanted

palace, in the presence of the beautiful princess of the Ebony Isle.

But how different she looked from what she was when I had last seen

her, for she was lying stretched on the ground covered with blood, and

weeping bitterly.

"Traitress!" cried the genius, "is not this man your lover?"

She lifted up her eyes slowly, and looked sadly at me. "I never saw

him before," she answered slowly. "I do not know who he is."

"What!" exclaimed the genius, "you owe all your sufferings to him, and

yet you dare to say he is a stranger to you!"

"But if he really is a stranger to me," she replied, "why should I tell

a lie and cause his death?"

"Very well," said the genius, drawing his sword, "take this, and cut

off his head."

"Alas," answered the princess, "I am too weak even to hold the sabre.

And supposing that I had the strength, why should I put an innocent man

to death?"

"You condemn yourself by your refusal," said the genius; then turning

to me, he added, "and you, do you not know her?"

"How should I?" I replied, resolved to imitate the princess in her

fidelity. "How should I, when I never saw her before?"

"Cut her head off," then, "if she is a stranger to you, and I shall

believe you are speaking the truth, and will set you at liberty."

"Certainly," I answered, taking the sabre in my hands, and making a

sign to the princess to fear nothing, as it was my own life that I was

about to sacrifice, and not hers. But the look of gratitude she gave

me shook my courage, and I flung the sabre to the earth.

"I should not deserve to live," I said to the genius, "if I were such a

coward as to slay a lady who is not only unknown to me, but who is at

this moment half dead herself. Do with me as you will--I am in your

power--but I refuse to obey your cruel command."

"I see," said the genius, "that you have both made up your minds to

brave me, but I will give you a sample of what you may expect." So

saying, with one sweep of his sabre he cut off a hand of the princess,

who was just able to lift the other to wave me an eternal farewell.

Then I lost consciousness for several minutes.

When I came to myself I implored the genius to keep me no longer in

this state of suspense, but to lose no time in putting an end to my

sufferings. The genius, however, paid no attention to my prayers, but

said sternly, "That is the way in which a genius treats the woman who

has betrayed him. If I chose, I could kill you also; but I will be

merciful, and content myself with changing you into a dog, an ass, a

lion, or a bird--whichever you prefer."

I caught eagerly at these words, as giving me a faint hope of softening

his wrath. "O genius!" I cried, "as you wish to spare my life, be

generous, and spare it altogether. Grant my prayer, and pardon my

crime, as the best man in the whole world forgave his neighbour who was

eaten up with envy of him." Contrary to my hopes, the genius seemed

interested in my words, and said he would like to hear the story of the

two neighbours; and as I think, madam, it may please you, I will tell

it to you also.