Part 13 (1/2)

So they went and took Mwanamizi and brought her to the palace. When the Sultan saw her he thought her very beautiful.

So he said, ”This woman is too beautiful for a beggar. I will take her for my wife.”

Now when that poor man returned from begging he could not find his wife; then the neighbours told him, ”The woman has been taken by the Sultan to his palace.”

So he threw down his bag and went round to the palace, and rushed in before the Sultan and asked him, ”Where is my wife whom you have taken?”

The Sultan replied, ”Get out of my sight, you foolish fellow, or I will order my soldiers to beat you.”

Then he said, ”If you will not give me back my wife, take off my ornaments which she is wearing and return them to me, that I may go.”

At that the Sultan called his soldiers and had him turned out of the palace.

After that the poor man went under the Sultan's window and sang--

”Oh listen, master, unto me: My wife I carved from yonder tree; I carved her well, with zeal untold, And decked her out with fetters gold.

These ornaments and jewels fine, Oh, give them back, for they are mine; And, Mwanamizi, let me go.”

When the woman heard the poor man's song she was bathed in tears.

The Sultan then said to her, ”Take off those silly ornaments and throw them to him, that he may go away. I will give you things tenfold more fine and rare.”

The woman did not want to take off those things.

The poor man sang again--

”Oh listen, master, unto me: I carved my wife from yonder tree.”

Then the woman took off her ornaments and threw them down to him, saying--

”The ornaments are thine, The golden fetters fine; Take them, oh, take them, Makami, and go.”

She cried then very much, and took off all her things, till there was left a single charm round her neck.

The Sultan said, ”Take off all his ornaments quickly and throw them to him, that he may go.” But Mwanamizi did not want to take off that charm, for it was her soul. Then the poor man sang again, and Mwanamizi unfastened the charm from her neck and threw it to him, and at that moment she turned into a tree there in the house of the Sultan.

[Ill.u.s.tration: ”AT THAT MOMENT SHE TURNED INTO A TREE”]

The poor man sighed and went back to his house, but the Sultan in his palace was seized with great fear.

The telling of the story ends here.

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BINTI ALI THE CLEVER

Once upon a time there was a Sultan and his Wazir, and that Sultan had seven children, all sons, and that Wazir had seven children, all daughters.