Part 20 (2/2)
”Ah! This is something like!”
She gave him the spear of wheat and he took it and held it aloft. Then he reached out his other hand to her and had her stand beside him as he said to his sons and all the Court:
”This, the bride of the Youngest Prince, is my choice! See how beautiful she is! And yet she knows the useful as well as the beautiful for she has brought me a spear of wheat! The Youngest Prince shall be the Tsar after me and she shall be Tsarina!”
So the little frog girl of whom her parents were ashamed married the Youngest Prince and when the time came wore a Tsarina's crown.
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THE NIGHTINGALE IN THE MOSQUE
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_The Story of the Sultan's Youngest Son and the Princess Flower o' the World_
THE NIGHTINGALE IN THE MOSQUE
There was once a Sultan who was so pious and devout that he spent many hours every day in prayer.
”For the glory of Allah,” he thought to himself, ”I ought to build the most beautiful mosque in the world.”
So he called together the finest artisans in the country and told them what he wanted. He spent a third of his riches on the undertaking, and when the mosque was finished everybody said:
”See now, our Sultan has built the most beautiful mosque in the world for the greater glory of Allah!”
On the first day when the Sultan went to pray in the new mosque, a Dervish who was sitting cross-legged at the entrance spoke to him in a droning sing-song voice and said:
”Nay, but your mosque is not yet beautiful enough! There is something it lacks and your prayers will be unavailing!”
The words of the holy man grieved the Sultan and he had the mosque torn down and another built in its place even more beautiful.
”This is certainly the most beautiful mosque in the world!” the people said, and the Sultan's heart was very happy on the first day as he went in to pray.
But again the Dervish, seated at the entrance, said to him in his droning, sing-song voice:
”Nay, but your mosque is not yet beautiful enough! There is something it lacks and your prayers will be unavailing!”
At the holy man's words the Sultan had the second mosque torn down and a third one built, the most beautiful of them all. But when it was finished for a third time the Dervish droned out:
”Nay, but your mosque is not yet beautiful enough! There is something it lacks and your prayers will be unavailing!”
”What can I do?” the Sultan cried. ”I have spent all my riches and now I have no means wherewith to build another mosque!”
He fell to grieving and nothing any one could say would comfort him.
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