An ignorant man who associates with clever people has always been more
praised than a wise man who keeps the company of fools; for as much
profit and fame as one may gain from the former, so much wealth and
honour one may lose by the fault of the latter; and as the proof of the
pudding is in the eating, you will know from the story which I am going
to tell you whether my proposition be true.
There was once a man who was as rich as the sea, but as there can never
be any perfect happiness in this world, he had a son so idle and
good-for-nothing that he could not tell a bean from a cucumber. So
being unable any longer to put up with his folly, he gave him a good
handful of crowns, and sent him to trade in the Levant; for he well
knew that seeing various countries and mixing with divers people awaken
the genius and sharpen the judgment, and make men expert.
Moscione (for that was the name of the son) got on horseback, and began
his journey towards Venice, the arsenal of the wonders of the world, to
embark on board some vessel bound for Cairo; and when he had travelled
a good day's journey, he met with a person who was standing fixed at
the foot of a poplar, to whom he said, "What is your name, my lad?
Whence are you, and what is your trade?" And the lad replied, "My name
is Lightning; I am from Arrowland, and I can run like the wind." "I
should like to see a proof of it," said Moscione; and Lightning
answered, "Wait a moment, and you will see whether it is dust or flour."
When they had stood waiting a little while, a doe came bounding over
the plain, and Lightning, letting her pass on some way, to give her the
more law, darted after her so rapidly and light of foot, that he would
have gone over a place covered with flour without leaving the mark of
his shoe, and in four bounds he came up with her. Moscione, amazed at
this exploit, asked if he would come and live with him, and promised to
pay him royally.
So Lightning consented, and they went on their way together; but they
had not journeyed many miles when they met another youth, to whom
Moscione said, "What is your name, comrade? What country are you from?
And what is your trade?" "My name," replied the lad, "is Quick-ear; I
am from Vale-Curious; and when I put my ear the ground I hear all that
is passing in the world without stirring from the spot. I perceive the
monopolies and agreements of tradespeople to raise the prices of
things, the ill-offices of courtiers, the appointments of lovers, the
plots of robbers, the reports of spies, the complaints of servants, the
gossiping of old women, and the oaths of sailors; so that no one has
ever been able to discover so much as my ears can."
"If that be true," said Moscione, "tell me what they are now saying at
my home."
So the lad put his ear to the ground, and replied, "An old man is
talking to his wife, and saying, 'Praised be Sol in Leo! I have got rid
from my sight of that fellow Moscione, that face of old-fashioned
crockery, that nail in my heart. By travelling through the world he
will at least become a man, and no longer be such a stupid ass, such a
simpleton, such a lose-the-day fellow, such a----'"
"Stop, stop!" cried Moscione, "you tell the truth and I believe you. So
come along with me, for you have found the road to good-luck."
"Well and good!" said the youth. So they all went on together and
travelled ten miles farther, when they met another man, to whom
Moscione said, "What is your name, my brave fellow? Where were you
born? And what can you do in the world?" And the man answered, "My name
is Shoot-straight; I am from Castle Aimwell; and I can shoot with a
crossbow so point-blank as to hit a crab-apple in the middle."
"I should like to see the proof," said Moscione. So the lad charged his
crossbow, took aim, and made a pea leap from the top of a stone;
whereupon Moscione took him also like the others into his company. And
they travelled on another day's journey, till they came to some people
who were building a large pier in the scorching heat of the sun, and
who might well say, "Boy, put water to the wine, for my heart is
burning." So Moscione had compassion on them, and said, "My masters,
how is it you have the head to stand in this furnace, which is fit to
roast a buffalo?" And one of them answered, "Oh, we are as cool as a
rose; for we have a young man here who blows upon us from behind in
such a manner that it seems just as if the west wind were blowing."
"Let me see him, I pray," cried Moscione. So the mason called the lad,
and Moscione said to him, "Tell me, by the life of your father, what is
your name? what country are you from? and what is your profession!" And
the lad replied, "My name is Blow-blast; I am from Windy-land; and I
can make all the winds with my mouth. If you wish for a zephyr, I will
breathe one that will send you in transports; if you wish for a squall,
I will throw down houses."
"Seeing is believing," said Moscione. Whereupon Blow-blast breathed at
first quite gently, so that it seemed to be the wind that blows at
Posilippo towards evening; then turning suddenly to some trees, he sent
forth such a furious blast that it uprooted a row of oaks.
When Moscione saw this he took him for a companion; and travelling on
as far again, he met another lad, to whom he said, "What is your name,
if I may make so bold? Whence are you, if one may ask? And what is your
trade, if it is a fair question?" And the lad answered, "My name is
Strong-back; I am from Valentino; and I have such strength that I can
take a mountain on my back, and it seems to me only a feather."
"If that be the case," said Moscione, "you deserve to be the king of
the custom-house, and you should be chosen for standard-bearer on the
first of May. But I should like to see a proof of what you say."
Then Strong-back began to load himself with masses of rock, trunks of
trees, and so many other weights that a thousand large waggons could
not have carried them; which, when Moscione saw, he agreed with the lad
to join him.
So they travelled on till they came to Fair-Flower, the King of which
place had a daughter who ran like the wind, and could pass over the
waving corn without bending an ear; and the King had issued a
proclamation that whoever could over-take her in running should have
her to wife, but whoever was left behind should lose his head.
When Moscione arrived in this country and heard the proclamation, he
went straight to the King, and offered to run with his daughter, making
the wise agreement either to win the race or leave his noddle there.
But in the morning he sent to inform the King that he was taken ill,
and being unable to run himself he would send another young man in his
place. "Come who will!" said Ciannetella (for that was the King's
daughter), "I care not a fig--it is all one to me."
So when the great square was filled with people, come to see the race,
insomuch that the men swarmed like ants, and the windows and roofs were
all as full as an egg, Lightning came out and took his station at the
top of the square, waiting for the signal. And lo! forth came
Ciannetella, dressed in a little gown, tucked half-way up her legs, and
a neat and pretty little shoe with a single sole. Then they placed
themselves shoulder to shoulder, and as soon as the tarantara and
too-too of the trumpets was heard, off they darted, running at such a
rate that their heels touched their shoulders, and in truth they seemed
just like hares with the grey-hounds after them, horses broken loose
from the stable, or dogs with kettles tied to their tails. But
Lightning (as he was both by name and nature) left the princess more
than a hand's-breadth behind him, and came first to the goal. Then you
should have heard the huzzaing and shouting, the cries and the uproar,
the whistling and clapping of hands of all the people, bawling out,
"Hurra! Long life to the stranger!" Whereat Ciannetella's face turned
as red as a schoolboy's who is going to be whipped, and she stood lost
in shame and confusion at seeing herself vanquished. But as there were
to be two heats to the race, she fell to planning how to be revenged
for this affront; and going home, she put a charm into a ring of such
power that if any one had it upon his finger his legs would totter so
that he would not be able to walk, much less run; then she sent it as a
present to Lightning, begging him to wear it on his finger for love of
her.
Quick-ear, who heard this trick plotted between the father and
daughter, said nothing, and waited to see the upshot of the affair. And
when, at the trumpeting of the birds, the Sun whipped on the Night, who
sat mounted on the jackass of the Shades, they returned to the field,
where at the usual signal they fell to plying their heels. But if
Ciannetella was like another Atalanta, Lightning had become no less
like an old donkey and a foundered horse, for he could not stir a step.
But Shoot-straight, who saw his comrade's danger, and heard from
Quick-ear how matters stood, laid hold of his crossbow and shot a bolt
so exactly that it hit Lightning's finger, and out flew the stone from
the ring, in which the virtue of the charm lay; whereupon his legs,
that had been tied, were set free, and with four goat-leaps he passed
Ciannetella and won the race.
The King seeing this victory of a blockhead, the palm thus carried off
by a simpleton, the triumph of a fool, bethought himself seriously
whether or no he should give him his daughter; and taking counsel with
the wiseacres of his court, they replied that Ciannetella was not a
mouthful for the tooth of such a miserable dog and lose-the-day bird,
and that, without breaking his word, he might commute the promise of
his daughter for a gift of crowns, which would be more to the taste of
a poor beggar like Moscione than all the women in the world.
This advice pleased the King, and he asked Moscione how much money he
would take instead of the wife who had been promised him. Then
Moscione, after consulting with the others, answered, "I will take as
much gold and silver as one of my comrades can carry on his back." The
king consented; whereupon they brought Strong-back, on whom they began
to load bales of ducats, sacks of patacas, large purses full of crowns,
barrels of copper money, chests full of chains and rings; but the more
they loaded him the firmer he stood, just like a tower, so that the
treasury, the banks, the usurers, and the money-dealers of the city did
not suffice, and he sent to all the great people in every direction to
borrow their silver candlesticks, basins, jugs, plates, trays, and
baskets; and yet all was not enough to make up the full load. At length
they went away, not laden but tired and satisfied.
When the councillors saw what heaps and stores these six miserable dogs
were carrying off, they said to the King that it was a great piece of
assery to load them with all the sinews of his kingdom, and that it
would be well to send people after them to lessen the load of that
Atlas who was carrying on his shoulders a heaven of treasure. The King
gave ear to this advice, and immediately despatched a party of armed
men, foot and horse, to overtake Moscione and his friends. But
Quick-ear, who had heard this counsel, informed his comrades; and while
the dust was rising to the sky from the trampling of those who were
coming to unload the rich cargo, Blow-blast, seeing that things were
come to a bad pass, began to blow at such a rate that he not only made
the enemies fall flat on the ground, but he sent them flying more than
a mile distant, as the north wind does the folks who pass through that
country. So without meeting any more hindrance, Moscione arrived at his
father's house, where he shared the booty with his companions, since,
as the saying goes, a good deed deserves a good meed. So he sent them
away content and happy; but he stayed with his father, rich beyond
measure, and saw himself a simpleton laden with gold, not giving the
lie to the saying--
"Heaven sends biscuits to him who has no teeth."