"That is what I do not know," responded her friend; "all that I know
about it is, that not far from it is a tower in which dwells a wicked
witch, who knows the way and will point it out to any one who will
bring her from the fountain that flows there, the Water of Many
Colours, which water she makes use of in her enchantments. But I
should also tell you that she would like to destroy the Bird of Truth,
though as no one is able to kill this bird, what she and her friend,
the giant, do is to keep it a prisoner guarded by the Birds of
Falsehood who will not let it speak a single word."
"Then will nobody be able to inform the poor queen's son where they
have hidden the Bird of Truth?" inquired the country swallows.
"Nobody," replied the city bird, "but a pious red owl, who lives as a
hermit in the desert, but who knows no more of the language of men
then the word 'Cross,' which he learned when, at Calvary, he beheld
the Crucifixion of the Redeemer, and which he has never ceased from
sorrowfully repeating. And thus he will not be able to understand the
prince, even supposing the impossible event should ever happen of the
boy finding him out. But, my dear friends, I must say good-bye, for I
have spent the whole afternoon in this pleasant chat. The sun is
seeking his nest in the depths of the sea, and I am going to seek
mine, where my little ones will be wondering what has happened to me.
Good-bye, friend Beatrice."
So saying, the swallow took to flight, and the children in their joy,
feeling neither hunger nor fatigue, got up and pursued their way in
the same direction that the bird had flown.
At the hour of evening service the children arrived at a city which
they imagined must be that in which the king, their father, dwelt.
They begged a good woman to give them shelter for the night, and this,
seeing they were so well-spoken and well-mannered, she kindly granted.
The following morning had scarcely dawned when the girl arose and
tidied the house, and the boy drew the water and watered the garden,
so that when the good woman got up she found all the housework done.
She was so pleased with this that she proposed to the children that
they should remain and live with her. The boy said that his sister
might, but that it was necessary for him to arrange some business
matters, for which he had come to the city. So he departed, and
followed a chance road, praying to heaven to guide his steps and bring
his enterprise to a successful ending.
For three days he followed various byways, but without seeing any
vestige of the tower; on the fourth, sad and weary he seated himself
under the shadow of a tree. After a short time he saw a little
turtle-dove arrive and rest among the branches of the tree; so he said
to it in its own language:
"Little turtle-dove, I wish you could tell me where the castle of Go
and Return Not is?"
"Poor boy," responded the turtle-dove, "who bore you such ill-will as
to send you there?"
"It is my good or my evil fortune," replied the boy.
"Then if you wish to know it," said the bird, "follow the Wind, which
to-day blows toward it!"
Then the boy thanked the turtle-dove and recommenced his journey,
following the course of the wind as it changed and chopped about to
different points of the compass. The country gradually grew sadder
and more arid; and, as night approached, the path led between bare and
sombre rocks, a vast black mass among them being the tower wherein
dwelt the witch whom the boy was in search of. The sight of the
hideous place terrified him at first; but as he was brave--like every
one whose aim is the furtherance of a good work--he advanced boldly.
When he reached the tower, he picked up a big stone and struck the
gate with it three times; the hollows of the rocks reverberated with
the sounds, as if sighs were uttered from their very entrails.
Then the door opened, and there appeared in the doorway an old woman
carrying a candle that lit up her face, which was so wrinkled and so
frightful that the poor boy recoiled in horror. Quite an army of
beetles, lizards, salamanders, spiders and other vermin surrounded the
witch.
"How dare you disturb me, impudent beggar," she exclaimed, "by coming
to knock at my door? What do you want? Speak quickly!"
"Madam," said the boy, "knowing that you alone know the way which
leads to the castle of Go and Return Not, I come to ask you, if you
please, to point it out to me."
The old woman made a grimace, intended for a mocking smile, and
answered:
"Very well; but now it is too late. You shall go to-morrow. Come in,
and you shall sleep with these little insects."
"I am not able to stay," replied the boy. "It is necessary that I
should go at once, as I have to return by daybreak to the place whence
I came."
"May dogs worry you, and cats tear you, you stubborn boy," growled the
old witch angrily. "If I tell you the way," she added, "it will only
be upon condition that you bring me this jar full of the Water of Many
Colours, which flows from the fountain in the courtyard of the castle;
and if you do not bring it to me, I will change you into a lizard for
all eternity."
"Agreed!" cried the boy in return.
Then the old woman called a poor dog, which looked very thin and
wretched, and said to it:
"Up! conduct this good-for-naught to the castle of Go and Return Not,
and be careful that you inform my friend of his arrival."
The dog snarled, shook himself savagely, and set forth. At the end of
about two hours they arrived in front of a very black, enormous, and
gloomy castle, whose portals stood wide open, though neither light nor
sound gave any indication that it was inhabited; even the rays of the
moon, as they were reflected upon the sombre and lifeless mass, seemed
to make it still more horrible.
As he went forward the dog began to howl; but the boy, who knew not
whether this was the giant's hour for sleep, stopped and rested
himself timorously against the trunk of a withered and leafless wild
olive, which was the only tree to be found in that parched and naked
district.
"Heaven help me!" exclaimed the boy.
"Cross! cross!" responded a sad voice among the branches of the olive.
Joyfully the boy recognized the hermit owl which the swallow had
mentioned, and said to it in the language of birds:
"Poor little owl, I beg you will help and guide me. I am come in
search of the Bird of Truth, and I have to carry the Water of Many
Colours to the witch of the tower."
"Do not do that," responded the owl; "but when you have filled the jar
with the clear, pure water that flows from a spring at the foot of the
fountain of Water of Many Colours, go in quickly to the aviary, which
you will find in front of the doorway; do not take any notice of the
various coloured birds that will come to meet you and deafen you by
all shouting out together that they are the Bird of Truth; then seize
a little white bird which the others thrust on one side and persecute
ceaselessly, but cannot kill, because it cannot die. But go quickly,
for at this moment the giant is just going to sleep, and his sleep
only lasts for a quarter of an hour!"
The boy began to run; he entered into the courtyard, where he found
that the fountain had many spouts whence poured waters of different
colours, but he did not look at them; he filled his jar at the spring
of pure, clear water which flowed from the spring at the foot of the
fountain, and then made his way to the aviary. Scarcely had he
entered it, when he was surrounded by a troop of birds, some plovers,
some black ravens, and others gorgeous peacocks, each one declaring
itself to be the Bird of Truth. The boy did not linger with them, but
went right forward, and finding the white bird he was in search of
huddled in the corner, he took it, placed it in his bosom, and went
forth, not however, without distributing a few good blows among the
enemies of the Bird of Truth.
The boy did not cease running until he reached the witch's tower. When
he arrived, the old wretch seized the jar and flung all the contents
at him, thinking that it was the water of many colours, and that he
would be changed by it into a parrot; but as it was pure and clear
water, the boy only became handsomer than he was before.
At the same time she had drenched all the insects, who were really
people that had arrived there with the same intention as the little
prince, and who were immediately changed back into their original
forms--the beetles into knights errant, the lizards into princesses,
grasshoppers into dancers, crickets into musicians, flies into
journalists, spiders into young ladies, _curianas_ (black flies) into
students, the weevils into boys, and so forth. When the old witch saw
this, she seized a broom and flew away. Then the disenchanted people,
the ladies, gentlemen, girls and boys thanked their liberator and
accompanied him on his way back to the city.
You may imagine how delighted his sister was when she saw the young
prince return with the Bird of Truth. But a very great difficulty
still remained, and that was, how the bird could be got into the
presence of the king without the knowledge of the courtiers, who were
interested in preventing him from discovering the crime which they had
committed. And what was more, the Court having learned that the Bird
of Truth had been found, the news inspired such dread that few were
able to sleep tranquilly in their beds. All kinds of weapons were
prepared against it; some sharpened, others envenomed; hawks were
trained to pursue it; cages were prepared in which to imprison it, if
it were found impossible to kill it; they slandered it, saying that
its whiteness was an artificial paint, with which it coated its black
plumage; they satirized and ridiculed it in every possible manner. At
last so much was said about the Bird of Truth, that it reached the
king's ears, who wished to see it; and the more that the courtiers
intrigued to prevent it, the more he desired to view the bird.
Finally, his Majesty issued a proclamation, that whoever had the Bird
of Truth in his possession, was to present himself without delay to
the king.
This was the very thing that the boy had wished for. So he hastened to
the palace, carrying the Bird of Truth in his bosom; but, as you can
imagine, the courtiers would not allow him to enter. Then the bird,
taking flight, entered into the royal household by a window, and
presenting itself before the king, said:
"Sir, I am the Bird of Truth; the boy who brought me here in his bosom
has not been allowed by the courtiers to enter."
The king commanded that the boy should be brought in at once, and he
entered with his sister, who had accompanied him to the palace. When
they came into the royal presence the king inquired who they were.
"That the Bird of Truth can tell your Majesty," said the boy.
And, questioned by the king, the bird answered that the children were
his Majesty's own, and informed him of all that had happened. As soon
as the king heard the story of the treason, with tears of joy he
clasped the children in his arms, and ordered masons to open the vault
in which the good queen had been so many years entombed. When the poor
lady came forth she was so white that she looked like a statue of
marble; but as soon as she beheld her children, the blood rushed from
her heart to her cheeks, and she became again as beautiful as she had
ever been before. The king embraced her, and seated her on the throne
with her children by her side. Then he ordered the good fisherman to
be fetched, and created him chief of the Ministry of Fishing; and the
queen's faithful attendant, who had saved her mistress's life, he
pensioned off, and created a duchess, and he distributed many other
gifts and benefits to celebrate the most joyful occasion of his life.
_The Two Genies_
Every one in the province of Candahar knows the adventures of young
Rustem. He was the only son of a Mirza of that country--or as we might
say, a lord. His father, the Mirza, had a good estate. Rustem was to
be married to the daughter of a Mirza of his own rank, as both
families ardently desired. He was intended to be the comfort of his
parents, to make his wife happy, and to be happy with her.
But, unfortunately, he had seen the Princess of Cashmere at the great
fair at Cabul, which is the most important fair in the whole world.
And this was the reason why the old Prince of Cashmere had brought his
daughter to the fair: he had lost the two most precious objects in his
treasury; one was a diamond as big as my thumb, on which, by an art
then known to the Indians, but now forgotten, a portrait of his
daughter was engraved; the other was a javelin, which of its own
accord would strike whatever mark the owner wished.
A fakir in his Highness's train had stolen these treasures, and
carried them to the Princess. "Take the greatest care of these two
things," said he; "your fate depends upon them." Then he went away,
and was seen no more.
The Prince of Cashmere, in great despair at his loss, determined to
travel to the fair at Cabul, to see whether among all the merchants
who collected there from the four quarters of the earth, there might
not be one who had his diamond or his weapon. He took his daughter
with him wherever he went, and unknown to him she carried the diamond
safe in her girdle; but as for the javelin, which she could not
conveniently hide, she left it in Cashmere, safely locked up in a
large Chinese chest.
At Cabul she and Rustem saw each other, and they fell in love, with
all the ardour of their nation. As a love-token the Princess gave him
the diamond; and, at parting, Rustem promised to go to see her
secretly in Cashmere.
The young Mirza had two favourite attendants who served him as
secretaries, stewards and body-servants. One was named Topaz; he was
handsome and well-made, as fair as a Circassian beauty, as gentle and
obliging as an Armenian, and as wise as a Parsee. The other was called
Ebony; a good-looking Negro, more active and more industrious than
Topaz, and one who never made objections. To them he spoke about his
journey. Topaz tried to dissuade him with the cautious zeal of a
servant who is anxious not to offend, and reminded him of all the
risks. How could he leave two families in despair, and cut his parents
to the heart? He shook Rustem's purpose; but Ebony once more confirmed
it, and removed his scruples.
The young man had not money enough for so long a journey. Wise Topaz
would have refused to get it for him. Ebony provided it. He quietly
stole his master's diamond, and had a false one made exactly like it,
which he put in its place, pledging the real one to an Armenian for
many thousands of rupees.
As soon as Rustem had the rupees he was ready to start An elephant was
loaded with his baggage, and they set out on horseback.
"I took the liberty," said Topaz to his master, "of remonstrating
against your enterprise; but after speaking it was my duty to obey. I
am your slave. I love you, and will follow you to the end of the
world. But let us consult the oracle which is on our way."
Rustem agreed. The answer of the oracle was this: "If you turn to the
east you will turn to the west." Rustem could not understand this.
Topaz maintained that it boded no good; Ebony, always accommodating,
persuaded him that it was very favourable.
There was yet another oracle in Cabul, which they consulted also. The
Cabul oracle replied as follows: "If you possess you will not possess;
if you get the best of it, you will get the worst; if you are Rustem
you will not be Rustem." This saying seemed still more incomprehensible
than the other.
"Beware," said Topaz.
"Fear nothing," said Ebony. And he, as may be supposed, seemed to his
master to be always in the right, since he encouraged his passion and
his hopes.
On leaving Cabul they marched through a great forest. Here they sat
down on the grass to eat, while the horses were turned loose to feed.
They were about to unload the elephant, which carried the dinner and
the service, when it was discovered that Topaz and Ebony were no
longer with the party. They called them loudly: the forest echoed with
the names of Topaz and Ebony; the men sought them in every direction
and filled the woods with their shouts, but they came back having seen
no one and heard no answer. "We saw nothing," they said to Rustem,
"but a vulture fighting with an eagle and plucking out all its
feathers."
The history of this struggle excited Rustem's curiosity; he went to
the spot on foot. He saw no vulture or eagle, but he found that his
elephant, still loaded with baggage, had been attacked by a huge
rhinoceros. One was fighting with his horn, the other with his trunk.
On seeing Rustem the rhinoceros retreated, and the elephant was led
back. But now the horses were gone. "Strange things happen to
travellers in the forest!" exclaimed Rustem. The servants were
dismayed, and their master was in despair at having lost his horses,
his favourite negro, and the sage Topaz, for whom he had always had a
regard, though he did not always agree with his opinion.
He was comforting himself with the hope of soon finding himself at the
feet of the beautiful Princess of Cashmere, when he met a fine striped
ass, which a vigorous peasant was beating violently with a stick.
There is nothing rarer, swifter, or more beautiful than an ass of this
kind. This one retorted on the rustic for his thrashing by kicks which
might have uprooted an oak. The young Mirza very naturally took the
ass's part, for it was a beautiful beast. The peasant ran off, crying
out to the ass: "I will pay you out yet!" The ass thanked its
liberator after its fashion, went up to him, fawned on him, and
received his caresses.
Having dined, Rustem mounted him, and took the road to Cashmere with
his servants, some on foot and some riding the elephant.
Hardly had he mounted his ass, when the animal turned toward Cabul,
instead of proceeding on the way to Cashmere. In vain his rider tugged
at the bridle, jerked at the bit, squeezed his ribs with his knees,
drove the spurs into his flanks, gave him his head, pulled him up,
whipped him right and left. The obstinate beast still made direct to
Cabul.
Rustem was growing desperate, when he met a camel-driver, who said to
him:
"You have a very stubborn ass there, master, which insists on carrying
you where you do not want to go. If you will let me have him, I will
give you four of my camels, which you may choose for yourself."
Rustem thanked Providence for having sent so good a bargain in his
way. "Topaz was all wrong," thought he, "to say that my journey would
be unlucky." He mounted the finest of the camels, and the others
followed. He soon rejoined his little caravan, and went on his way
toward happiness.
He had not marched more than four miles, when he was stopped by a
torrent, wide, deep and impetuous, tumbling over rocks all white with
foam. On each shore rose precipitous cliffs, which bewildered the eyes
and chilled the heart of man. There was no way of getting across, of
turning to the right hand or to the left.
"I am beginning to fear," said Rustem, "that Topaz may have been right
to reprehend me for this journey, and I very wrong to undertake it. If
he were but here he might give me some good advice, and if I had
Ebony, he at any rate would comfort me, and suggest some expedient. As
it is I have no one left to help me."
His dismay was increased by that of his followers. The night was very
dark, and they spent it in lamentations. At last fatigue and
dejection brought sleep to the love-sick traveller. He awoke, however,
at daybreak, and saw a fine marble bridge built across the torrent
from shore to shore.
Then what exclamations, what cries of astonishment and delight! "Is it
possible? Is it a dream? What a marvel! It is magic! Dare we cross
it?" All the Mirza's train fell on their knees, got up again, went to
the bridge, kissed the ground, looked up to heaven, lifted their
hands; then tremulously set foot on it, went over, and came back in
perfect ecstasy, and Rustem said, "Heaven is on my side this time.
Topaz did not know what he was saying. The oracles were in my favour.
Ebony was right; but why is he not here?"
Hardly had the caravan crossed in safety, when the bridge fell into
the torrent with an appalling crash.
"So much the better!" cried Rustem. "God be praised! He does not
intend me to return to my own country, where I should be only a
private gentleman. He means me to marry the Princess. I shall be
Prince of Cashmere. In that way, when I possess my Princess, I shall
not possess my humble rank in Candahar; I shall be Rustem, and I shall
not, since I shall be a great prince. There is a great deal of the
oracle interpreted in my favour. The rest will be explained in the
same way. I am too happy! But why is not Ebony at my side? I regret
him a thousand times more than Topaz!"
He rode a few miles farther in great glee; but as evening fell, a
chain of mountains, steeper than a rampart, and higher than the Tower
of Babel would have been when finished, entirely closed the road
against the travellers, who were filled with fears.
Every one exclaimed: "It is the will of God that we should perish
here. He has broken down the bridge that we may have no hope of
returning; He has raised up this mountain to hinder our going forward.
Oh, Rustem! Oh, hapless Mirza! We shall never see Cashmere, we shall
never return to the land of Candahar!"
In Rustem's soul the keenest anguish and most complete dejection
succeeded the immoderate joy and hopes which had intoxicated him. He
was now very far from interpreting the oracles to his advantage: "O
merciful heaven!" he cried. "Have I really lost my friend Topaz?"
As he spoke the words, heaving deep sighs and shedding bitter tears in
the sight of his despairing followers, behold, the base of the
mountain opened, and a long, vaulted gallery lighted by a hundred
thousand torches was revealed to his dazzled eyes!
Rustem broke into exclamations of joy; his people fell on their knees
or dropped down with amazement, crying out that it was a miracle, and
that Rustem was destined to govern the world. Rustem himself believed
it, and was uplifted beyond measure. "Ah! Ebony, my dear Ebony, where
are you?" he cried. "Why are you not here to see all these wonders?
How did I come to lose you? Fair Princess of Cashmere, when shall I
again behold your charms?"
He marched forward with his servants, his elephant and his camels,
into the tunnel under the mountain, and, at the end of it came out
upon a meadow enameled with flowers and watered by brooks. Beyond this
meadow avenues of trees stretched into the far distance; at the end of
them was a river bordered by delightful houses in the loveliest
gardens. On every side he heard concerts of voices and instruments,
and saw dancing. He hurried across one of the bridges over the river,
and asked the first man he met what was this beautiful country.
The man to whom he spoke replied: "You are in the province of
Cashmere; the inhabitants, as you see, are holding great rejoicings.
We are doing honour to the wedding of our beautiful Princess, who is
about to marry a certain lord named Barbabou, to whom her father has
plighted her. May heaven prolong their happiness!"
On hearing these words Rustem fell down in a swoon. The gentleman of
Cashmere, supposing that he was liable to fits, had him carried to his
own house, where he lay some time unconscious. The two cleverest
physicians of the district were called in; they felt their patient's
pulse: and he, having somewhat recovered, sobbed and sighed, and
rolled his eyes, exclaiming, "Topaz, Topaz, you were right after all!"
One of the physicians said to the gentleman of Cashmere, "I perceive
by his accent that this young man comes from Candahar; the air of this
country does not agree with him, and he must be sent home again. I can
see by his eyes that he is mad; leave him in my hands; I will take him
back to his own country and cure him." The other physician declared
that his only complaint was melancholy, and that he ought to be taken
to the Princess's wedding and compelled to dance.
While they were discussing his case the sick man recovered his powers;
the two physicians were sent away, and Rustem remained alone with his
host.
"Sir," said he, "I ask your pardon for fainting in your presence; I
know that it is not good manners, and I entreat you to accept my
elephant in acknowledgment of all the kindness with which you have
received me."