FIFTY-THIRD NIGHT.

About the latter end of the following night, Dinarzade addressed

herself to the sultaness thus: Dear sister, I pray, until day

appear, which will be very soon, be pleased to relate some of the

fine stories you have read. --I would willingly, said Schahriar,

hear the story of the third calender. --Sir, replied Scheherazade,

you shall be obeyed. The third calender, perceiving it was his turn

to speak, addressed his speech as the rest had done, to Zobeide, and

began in this manner:

The History of the Third Calender, a King’s Son.

My story, most honourable lady, very much differs from what you have

heard already. The two princes that spoke before me have each lost

an eye by the pure effects of their destiny, but mine I lost through

my own fault, and by hastening to seek my own misfortune, as you

shall hear by the sequel of the story. My name is Agib, and I am the

son of a king who was called Cassib. After his death I took

possession of his dominions, and resided in the same city where he

lived before. The city is situated on the sea-coast, has one of the

finest and safest harbours in the world, an arsenal capable of

fitting out for sea one hundred and fifty men of war that are always

ready, and fifty merchantmen, and light frigates, and pleasure-boats

besides. My kingdom is composed of several fine provinces upon the

main land, besides a number of spacious islands, every one of which

lies almost in sight of my capital city.

The first thing I did was to visit the provinces. I afterwards

caused my whole fleet to be fitted out and manned, and went to my

islands to gain the hearts of my subjects by my presence, and to

confirm them in their loyalty; and some time after I returned, I

went thither again. These voyages giving me some taste for

navigation, I took so much pleasure in it, that I resolved to make

some discoveries beyond my islands; to which end I caused only ten

ships to be fitted out, embarked on board them, and set sail.

Our voyage was very successful for forty days together: but on the

forty-first night the wind became contrary, and withal so

boisterous, that we were near being lost in the storm. About break

of day the wind grew calm, the clouds dispersed, and the sun having

brought back fair weather, we came close to an island, where we

remained two days to take in fresh provisions; after which we put

off again to sea. After ten days’ sail, we were in hopes of seeing

land; for the tempests we had gone through had so much abated my

curiosity, that I gave orders to steer back to my own coast; but I

perceived at the same time, that my pilot knew not where we were.

Upon the tenth day, a seaman being sent to look out for land from

the main-mast head, gave notice that on starboard and larboard he

could see nothing but the sky and the sea, which bounded the

horizon; but just before us, upon the stern, he saw a great

blackness.

The pilot changed colour at this relation; and, throwing his turban

on the deck with one hand, and beating his breast with the other,

cried, Oh, sir! we are all lost! not one of us will escape! and,

with all my skill, it is not in my power to prevent it. --Having

spoke thus, he fell to crying like a man who foresaw unavoidable

ruin: his despair put the whole ship’s crew in fear. I asked him

what reason he had thus to despair? He told me the tempest, which he

had outlived, had brought us so far out of our course, that

to-morrow about noon we should come near to that black place, which

is nothing else but the black mountain, that is, a mine of adamant,

which at this very minute draws all your fleet towards it, by virtue

of the iron and the nails that are in your ships; and when we come

to-morrow at a certain distance, the strength of the adamant will

have such a force, that all the nails will be drawn out of the sides

and bottoms of the ships, and fasten to the mountain; so that your

vessel will fall to pieces, and sink to the bottom: and as the

adamant has a virtue to draw all iron to it, whereby its attraction

becomes stronger, this mountain on the side of the sea is covered

over with nails, drawn out of an infinite number of vessels that

have perished by it; and this preserves and augments its virtue at

the same time.

This mountain, continued the pilot, is very rugged: on the top of it

there is a dome of fine brass, supported by pillars of the same; and

upon the top of that dome there stands a horse of the same metal,

with a rider on his back, who has a plate of lead fixed to his

breast, upon which some talismanic characters are engraven. Sir, the

tradition is, that this statue is the chief cause that so many ships

and men have been lost and sunk in this place, and that it will ever

continue to be fatal to all those who have the misfortune to come

near to it, until it shall be thrown down.

The pilot, having ended his discourse, began to weep afresh, and all

the rest of the ship’s company did the like. I had no other

thought but that my days were there to have an end. In the mean

time, every one began to provide for his own safety, and to that end

took all imaginable precautions; and, being uncertain of the event,

they all made one another their heirs, by virtue of a will, for the

benefit of those that should happen to be saved.

The next morning we perceived the black mountain very plain, and the

idea we had conceived of it made it appear more frightful than it

was. About noon we were come so near, that we found what the pilot

had foretold to be true; for we saw all the nails and iron about the

ships fly towards the mountain, where they fixed, by the violence of

the attraction, with a horrible noise: the ships split asunder, and

sunk into the sea, which was so deep about the place, that we could

not sound it. All my people were drowned; but God had mercy on me,

and permitted me to save myself by means of a plank, which the wind

drove ashore just at the foot of the mountain. I did not receive the

least hurt; and my good fortune brought me to a landing place, where

there were steps that went up to the top of the mountain.

Scheherazade would have gone on with her story, but day appearing,

she was obliged to keep silence. The sultan was convinced by this

beginning that the sultaness had not deceived him; and therefore we

are not to wonder that he did not order her to die that day.

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