"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 life."
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 the 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
"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
"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 low.
"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 fabrics.
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
"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
"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.