<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2>THE STORY OF THE KING OF THE EBONY ISLES</h2>
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<p class="caption">The Queen of the Ebony Isles.</p>
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<p>"My father was king of the city which once
stood about this palace. He was lord also of the
Ebony Isles that are now the four hills which
you passed on your way hither. When I succeeded
to the throne upon his death, I took to
wife my own cousin, the daughter of my uncle,
with whom I lived for five years in the utmost
confidence and felicity, continually entertained
by the charm of her conversation and the beauty
of her person, and happy in the persuasion that
she found in me an equal satisfaction.</p>
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<p class="caption">Supposing me asleep they began to talk.</p>
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<p>"One day, however, it chanced, in the hour
before dinner when the queen was gone to bathe
and adorn herself, that I lay upon a couch beside
which two female slaves sat fanning me; and
they, supposing me to be asleep, began to talk
concerning me and their mistress. 'Ah!' said
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</SPAN></span>one, 'how little our lord knows where our
mistress goes to amuse herself every night while
he lies dreaming!' 'How should he know?'
returned the other, 'seeing that the cup of wine
which she gives him each night contains a
sleeping-draught, that causes him to sleep sound
however long she is absent. Then at daybreak
when she returns she burns perfumes under his
nostrils, and he waking and finding her there
guesses nothing. Pity it is that he cannot know
of her treacherous ways, for surely it is a shame
that a king's wife should go abroad and mix
with base people.'</p>
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<p class="caption">The cup of wine which she gives him
each night contains a sleeping-draught.</p>
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<p>"Now when I heard this the light of day grew
dark before my eyes; but I lay on and made no
sign, awaiting my wife's return. And she coming
in presently, we sat down and ate and drank
together according to custom; and afterwards,
when I had retired and lain down, she brought
me with her own hands the cup of spiced wine,
inviting me to drink. Then I, averting myself,
raised it to my lips, but instead of drinking,
poured it by stealth into my bosom, and immediately
sank down as though overcome by its
potency, feigning slumber. Straightway the
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</SPAN></span>queen rose up from my side, and having clothed
herself in gorgeous apparel and anointed herself
with perfumes, she made her way secretly from
the palace, and I with equal secrecy followed her.</p>
<p>"Soon, passing by way of the narrower streets,
we arrived before the city gates; and immediately
at a word from her the chains fell and the
gates opened of their own accord, closing again
behind us as soon as we had passed. At last
she came to a ruined hut, and there entering I
saw her presently with her veil laid aside, seated
in familiar converse with a monstrous negro, the
meanest and most vile of slaves, offering to him
in abject servility dainties which she had carried
from the royal table, and bestowing upon him
every imaginable token of affection and regard.</p>
<p>"At this discovery I fell into a blind rage, and
drawing my sword I rushed in and struck the
slave from behind a blow upon the neck that
should have killed him. Then believing that I
had verily slain him, and before the queen found
eyes to realize what had befallen, I departed under
cover of night as quickly as I had come, and
returned to the palace and my own chamber.</p>
<p>"On awaking the next morning I found the
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</SPAN></span>queen lying beside me as though nothing had
happened, and at first I was ready to believe it
had all been an evil dream; but presently I
perceived her eyes red with weeping, her hair
dishevelled, and her face torn by the passion of
a grief which she strove to conceal. Having
thus every reason to believe that my act of
vengeance had not fallen short of its purpose, I
held my tongue and made no sign.</p>
<p>"But the same day at noon, while I sat in
council, the queen appeared before me clad in
deep mourning, and with many tears informed
me how she had received sudden news of the
death of her father and mother and two brothers,
giving full and harrowing details of each event.
Without any show of incredulity I heard her
tale; and when she besought my permission to
go into retirement and mourn in a manner
befitting so great a calamity, I bade her do as
she desired.</p>
<p>"So for a whole year she continued to mourn
in a privacy which I left undisturbed; and during
that time she caused to be built a mausoleum
or Temple of Lamentation—the same whose
dome you see yonder—into which she withdrew
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</SPAN></span>herself from all society; while I, believing the
cause of my anger removed and willing to
humour the grief which my act had caused her,
waited patiently for her return to a sane and
reasonable state of mind.</p>
<p>"But, as I learned too late, matters had not so
fallen: for though in truth the negro was grievously
wounded, being cut through the gullet
and speechless, it was not the will of Heaven
that he should die; and the queen having by
her enchantments kept him in a sort of life, no
sooner was the mausoleum finished than she
caused him to be secretly conveyed thither, and
there night and day tended him, awaiting his
full recovery.</p>
<p>"At length, when two years were over and her
mourning in no wise abated, my curiosity became
aroused; so going one day to the Temple of
Lamentation I entered unannounced, and placing
myself where I might see and not be seen, there
I discovered her in an abandonment of fond
weeping over her miserable treasure whose very
life was a dishonour to us both. But no sooner
in my just resentment had I started to upbraid
her, than she—as now for the first time realizing
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</SPAN></span>the cause of her companion's misfortune—began
to heap upon me terms of the most violent and
shameful abuse; and when, carried beyond
myself, I threatened her with my sword, she
stood up before me, and having first uttered
words of unknown meaning she cried,—</p>
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<span class="i0">'Be thou changed in a moment's span;<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Half be marble, and half be man!'<br/></span></div>
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<p class="caption">She went on to vent her malice upon the
city and islands.</p>
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<p>And at the word I became even as you see
me now—dead to the waist, and above living
yet bound. Yet even so her vengeance was
not satisfied. Having reduced me to this state
she went on to vent her malice upon the city
and islands over which I ruled, and the unfortunate
people who were my subjects. Thus by
her wicked machinations the city became a lake,
and the islands about it the four hills which
you have seen; as for the inhabitants, who
were of four classes and creeds, Moslems,
Christians, Jews, and Persians, she turned them
into fish of four different colours: the white
are the Moslems, the red are Persian fire-worshippers,
the yellow are Jews, and the blue
Christians. And now having done all this she
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</SPAN></span>fails not every day to inflict upon me a hundred
lashes with a whip which draws blood at every
stroke: and when these are accomplished she
covers my torn flesh with hair-cloth and lays
over it these rich robes in mockery. Of a
surety it is the will of Heaven that I should be
the most miserable and despised of mortals!"</p>
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<p class="caption">Began to heap upon me terms of the most
violent and shameful abuse.</p>
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<p>Thus the youth finished his story, nor when
he had ended could he refrain from tears. The
Sultan also was greatly moved when he heard
it, and his heart became full of a desire to
avenge such injuries upon the doer of them.
"Tell me," he said, "where is now this monster
of iniquity?" "Sir," answered the youth, "I
doubt not she is yonder in the mausoleum
with her companion, for thither she goes daily
so soon as she has measured out to me my
full meed of chastisement: and as for this day
my portion has been served to me, I am quit
of her till to-morrow brings, the hour of fresh
scourgings."</p>
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<p class="caption">Thus by her wicked machinations the city
became a lake.</p>
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<p>Now when this was told him the Sultan saw
his way plain. "Be of good cheer," he said to
the youth, "and endure with a quiet spirit yet
once more the affliction she causes thee; for
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</SPAN></span>at the price of that single scourging I trust,
by the will of Heaven, to set thee free."</p>
<p>So on the morrow the Sultan lay in close
hiding until sounds reached him which told
that the whippings had begun; then he arose
and went in haste to the mausoleum, where
amid rich hangings and perfumes and the
illumination of a thousand candles, he found
the black slave stretched mute upon a bed
awaiting in great feebleness the recovered use
of his sawn gullet. Quickly, with a single
sword-stroke, the avenger took from him that
poor remnant of life which enchantment alone
had made possible: then having thrown the
body into a well in the courtyard below, he
lay down in the dead man's place, drawing
the coverlet well over him. Soon after, fresh
from her accustomed task of cruelty, the
enchantress entered, and falling upon her knees
beside the bed she cried, "Has my lord still
no voice wherewith to speak to his servant?
Surely, for lack of that sound, hearing lies
withered within me!" Then the Sultan, taking
to himself the thick speech of a negro, said,
"There is no strength or power but in God
alone!"</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</SPAN></span>On hearing those words, believing that her
companion's speech was at last restored to him,
the queen uttered a cry of joy! But scarcely
had she begun to lavish upon him the tokens
of her affection when the pretended negro broke
out against her in violent abuse. "What!" he
cried, "dost thou expect favour at my hands,
when it is because of thee that for two years I
have lain dumb and prostrate? How darest
thou speak to me or look for any recompense
save death! Nay!" he went on in answer to
her astonished protests, "have not the cries and
tears and groans of thy husband kept me continually
from rest: and has not Heaven smitten
me for no other reason than because thou
wouldst not cease from smiting him? So
has the curse which thou didst seek to lay
upon him fallen doubly upon me."</p>
<p>"Alas!" cried the enchantress, "have I unknowingly
caused thee so great an ill? If it
be so, then let my lord give command, and
whatever be his desire it shall be satisfied."</p>
<p>Then said the Sultan, "Go instantly and
release thy husband from spell and torment: and
when it is done, return hither with all speed."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</SPAN></span>Thus compelled, in great fear and bewilderment
and sorely against her will, the queen
sped to the chamber in the palace where her
husband lay spell-bound. Taking a vessel of
water she pronounced over it certain words
which caused it instantly to boil as though it
had been set on a fire: then throwing the water
over him, she cried—</p>
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<span class="i0">"Spell be loosed, and stone grow warm,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Yield back flesh to the human form."<br/></span></div>
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<p>And immediately on the word his nature came
to him again, and he leaped and stood upon
his feet. But the queen's hatred towards
him was by no means abated. "Go hence
quickly," she cried, "since a better will than
mine releases thee! But if thou tarry
or if thou return, thou shalt surely die!"
Thankful for his deliverance the youth stayed
not to question, but departing went and hid
himself without, while the queen returned in
haste to the mausoleum where her supposed
lover awaited her. There, eager for restoration
to favour, she informed him of what she had
done, supposing that to be all.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</SPAN></span>"Nay," said the other, still speaking with the
thick voice of a negro; "though thou hast lopped
the branch of the evil thou hast not destroyed
the root. For every night I hear a jumping of
fishes in the lake that is between the four hills,
and the sound of their curses on thee and me
comes to disturb my rest. Go instantly and
restore all things to their former state, then
come back and give me thy hand and I shall
rise up a sound man once more."</p>
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and the Sultan's escort.</p>
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<p>Rejoicing in that promise and the expectations
it held out to her of future happiness, the
queen went with all speed to the border of the
lake. There taking a little water into her hand,
and uttering strange words over it, she sprinkled
it this way and that upon the surface of the
lake and the roots of the four hills, and immediately
where had been the lake a city appeared,
and instead of fishes inhabitants, and in place
of the four hills four islands. As for the palace
it stood no longer removed far away into the
desert but upon a hill overlooking the city.</p>
<p>Great was the astonishment of the Vizier and
the Sultan's escort which had lain encamped beside
the lake to find themselves suddenly transported
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</SPAN></span>to the heart of a populous city, with streets and
walls and the hum of reawakened life around
them; but a greater and more terrible shock
than this awaited the queen upon her return
to the mausoleum to enjoy the reward of her
labours. "Now," she cried, "let my lord arise,
since all that he willed is accomplished!"</p>
<p>"Give me thy hand!" said the Sultan, still
in a voice of disguise; "come nearer that I
may lean on thee!" And as she approached he
drew forth his sword which had lain concealed
beside him in the bed, and with a single blow
cleft her wicked body in twain.</p>
<p>Then he rose and went quickly to where in
hiding lay the young king her husband, who
learned with joy of the death of his cruel enemy.
He thanked the Sultan with tears of gratitude
for his deliverance, and invoked the blessings
of Heaven upon him and his kingdom. "On
yours too," said the Sultan, "let peace and
prosperity now reign! And since your city is
so near to mine, come with me and be my guest
that we may rejoice together in the bonds of
friendship."</p>
<p>"Nay," answered the young king, "that
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</SPAN></span>would I do willingly, but your country lies many
a day's journey from my own. I fear the breaking
of the spell which held me and my subjects
has brought you further than you wished."</p>
<p>It was in fact true that the Ebony Isles had
now returned to the place from which they had
originally come. The Sultan put a smiling face
upon the matter: "I can well put up with the
tedium of my journey," said he, "if only you
will be my companion. Nay, let me speak
frankly to one whose demeanour in affliction
has won my heart; I am childless and have
no heir. Come with me and be my son, and
when I am dead unite our two kingdoms under
a single ruler." The young king, who had
conceived for his deliverer an equal affection,
could not withstand so noble and generous an
offer: and so with a free exchange of hearts on
both sides the matter was arranged.</p>
<p>After a journey of some months the Sultan
arrived again at his own capital, where he was
welcomed with great rejoicings by the people,
who had long mourned over his strange and
unexplained absence.</p>
<p>As for the old fisherman who had been the
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</SPAN></span>immediate cause of the young king's deliverance
the Sultan loaded him with honours and gave
his daughters in marriage to sons of the blood
royal, so that they all continued in perfect
happiness and contentment to the end of their
days.</p>
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