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The frog, turning to get hold of the sword, offered an opportunity to the heretic of jumping on its back, which he did, and, digging his spurs into its sides, he obliged it to advance, when, as it pa.s.sed by his sword, he dexterously picked it up, and was not at all particular how he used it about the creature's head.
The more he struck at the frog, the more fierce were the flames of fire it emitted; and Al Rachid, hearing the noise, hurried to the entrance to see what was the matter, when he found himself enveloped in flames which the heretic forced the frog to throw out until the cruel Moor was completely burned.
Then at one stroke he cut off the animal's head, and at the same moment the castle vanished, and where it had previously stood the heretic found Maria, the farmer's daughter, who was overjoyed at her deliverance.
The two wended their way back to their native village, where great rejoicings awaited them; and seeing that the services of the heretic would in all probability no longer be required, he was baptized with as little delay as possible, and for the rescue he had effected the rich farmer amply rewarded him, while the Church accorded him plenary absolution for his past heresy.
THE SEVEN PIGEONS.
On a deserted part of the rock-bound Cantabrian coast, a poor fisherman, named Pedro, discovered a lovely maiden, magnificently dressed, combing her long jet-black hair with a golden comb studded with diamonds.
It was still early morning, and the sun had not attained its greatest power; and as the tide was at its lowest, an innumerable number of ponds were formed by the rocks which, for a distance of half a mile, were left bare by the receding sea.
Seated near to one of these ponds, and cooling her feet in the water, sat this lovely maiden; and she was so intent on performing her toilet that she did not perceive Pedro, who, thinking she was a mermaid, and might therefore cast a spell over him, hid behind a ledge of rocks, and was able to see and hear her without being seen.
Pedro heard her singing the following words-
"I am daughter of a king Who rules in Aragon, My messengers they bring Me food to live upon.
My father thinks me dead; My death he did ordain, For that I would not wed A wicked knight of Spain.
But those whom he did send To kill me in this place, My youth they did befriend, But cruel is my case."
"Is it even so," said Pedro to himself, "that this lovely maiden is the daughter of a king? If I render her a.s.sistance I may incur great danger, and if I leave her to die it will be a crying shame; what, then, am I to do?"
As he was thus pondering in his mind, he heard a flapping of wings, and, looking in the direction whence the noise came, he saw a pair of perfectly white pigeons bearing a small basket between them, strung on a thin golden bar, which they held at each end between their beaks.
Descending, they deposited the basket by the side of the princess, who caressed them most tenderly, and then took from the basket some articles of food which she greedily ate (for she had not eaten since the previous morning), and after having finished the contents she again sang-
"I am daughter of a king, Who thinks that I am dead; Here on this beach I sing, By pigeons I am fed.
Thank you, my pretty birds, Who are so kind to me.
But what avail my words?
Oh, I a bird would be!"
This wish was no sooner uttered than Pedro, much to his astonishment, saw that the lovely princess had been turned into a white swan, with a small gold crown on the top of its head.
Expanding her wings, she gradually rose high above him, attended by the pigeons, and all three flew out to sea; when suddenly Pedro observed a magnificent s.h.i.+p not far from the coast, whose deck was of burnished gold, and her sides of ivory fastened with golden nails. The ropes were of thread of silver, and the sails of white silk, while the masts and yards were made of the finest sandal-wood.
To the s.h.i.+p the three birds flew, and no sooner did they alight on the deck than Pedro observed that they were three beautiful maidens.
The princess sat on a richly ornamented chair, and the other two maidens on velvet cus.h.i.+ons embroidered in gold at her feet.
Over them was spread a superb awning to shelter them from the rays of the sun, and the vessel glided about over the vast expanse of water, now in one direction, now in another, as if the breeze blew to suit the sails.
Pedro was so astonished at what he saw that at last he got frightened, and, being young and nimble, he soon lost sight of the s.h.i.+p; but at every pace he seemed to hear a voice saying, "Run not away, future king of Aragon!"
Pedro continued running till he left the beach far behind, and was now in the pine-forest; nor did he stop till he was in the densest part, when, for very fatigue, he threw himself on the ground, and then he distinctly heard a voice say, "Pedro, you are destined to be King of Aragon; but tell no one."
Not till then had he discovered that he was no longer dressed in fisherman's attire, but that his clothes were of the finest cloth fringed with gold lace.
Pedro, on seeing this, said, "I am enchanted. That princess is indeed a mermaid, and has cast a spell over me. I am undone, my eyes deceive me, and what I take for so much grandeur is but a deception." Saying which, he started to his feet, and hurried towards his village as fast as his legs would carry him.
Arrived at the fis.h.i.+ng hamlet, all his old companions paid him such deference that he tried to get out of their way, thinking they did but laugh at him, and, arriving at the door of his widowed mother's cottage, he ran into the kitchen. His mother happened to be frying some fish, and when she saw a grand gentleman enter the apartment she took the pan off the fire, and, bowing low, said, "My n.o.ble sir, this house is too humble for such as you; allow me to conduct you to his reverence's house, for there you will find accommodation more suited to your high estate."
Pedro would have replied to his mother, and sought to kiss her hand and ask her blessing, after the custom of the country; but, on attempting to speak, his tongue hung out of his mouth, and he made so strange a noise and so gesticulated that his mother was glad to get out of the house, followed, however, by her son and a large crowd of villagers who had congregated to see the grand stranger.
As soon as it was known throughout the village of the arrival of the grand stranger the church bells pealed, and the parish priest mingled with the crowd desirous of seeing the new arrival; but as soon as Pedro commenced gesticulating as before, the priest and all the rest of the people were much frightened, for they thought that he was dangerously mad.
Pedro, noticing this, sorrowfully turned away from his native village and took the high-road to the next town.
As he was going along, thinking of his present trouble, he observed a wide gate made of gold, opening into a beautiful garden, into which he hesitated not to enter; for he recollected what the wise woman of the village had once told him-that "grand clothes beget respect."
"Open wide those gates, O worker midst the flowers," exclaimed Pedro to an old gardener (for he had now recovered his speech). "I come in cloth of gold to speak unto my love."
"Sir," replied the old man, "you may always enter here, for you are D.
Pedro of Aragon, I well can see."
"What very high balconies, a hundred feet in height!" exclaimed Pedro.
"Tell me, good old man, does the princess ever come there?"
"To those balconies so high, to feel the cooling breeze," replied the gardener, "the princess comes there every evening alone."
"Should she ask you," continued Pedro, "who I am, tell her that I am your son come from a distant land, and I will help you to water the pinks."
At her usual time the princess came to her favourite balcony, and seeing Pedro watering the flowers, she beckoned to him, saying-
"O waterer of the pinks, come a little nearer and speak to me."
"Is it true that you desire to speak to me?" inquired Pedro of the princess.
"No mirror bright ever reflected the truth more correctly than the words I uttered conveyed my desire," answered the princess.
"Here, then, you have me," said Pedro. "Order me as your slave; but give me, for I am thirsty, a small ewer of water."
The princess poured some water into a silver goblet, and having handed it to Pedro, he exclaimed-
"And in this mirror bright of crystal water pure, which does reflect thy form, I quench my heart's deep thirst."
"You see yonder palace at the end of the garden," said the princess to Pedro. "Well, in that palace you will be lodged for the night; but should you ever tell any one what you see there, you will put yourself in danger and cause me great trouble."
Pedro promised to keep secret whatever he might see that night, and bidding "good night" to the princess, he hastened to the palace which the princess had pointed out to him, and, having entered it, he walked through the marble pa.s.sage, which seemed to be interminable. On each side of him were rows of majestic columns, surmounted by gold capitals, and now and again he thought he saw the forms of lovely young maidens flitting among the columns.
Just as he was approaching a richly carved fountain surrounded by sacred palms, a maiden of surprising beauty seemed to be addressing a Moor in most impa.s.sioned tones, as if claiming his indulgence; but when Pedro got up to them he discovered that both were the work of the statuary.
At every step the surroundings became more magnificent, and the carved ceiling was of such exquisite workmans.h.i.+p that it seemed rather the work of the loom, being so like the finest lace, than of the sculptor.
At last he arrived at the end of this avenue of columns, and noticing a door in front of him, he opened it, and found himself standing on a marble quay, against which the sea waves were was.h.i.+ng.