🧚 Opening, part 10

Suddenly, however, the Vizier remembered how strictly they had been warned not to laugh during their transformation.1 He at once communicated his fears to the Caliph, who exclaimed, “By Mecca and Medina!2 It would indeed prove but a poor joke if I had to remain a stork for the remainder of my days!3 Do just try and remember the stupid word, for it has slipped my memory.”4

“We must bow three times eastwards and say ‘Mu—mu—mu——’”5

They turned to the east and fell to bowing till their bills touched the ground, but, oh, horror—the magic word was quite forgotten, and however often the Caliph bowed and however touchingly his Vizier cried “Mu—mu——” they could not recall it, and the unhappy Chasid and Mansor remained storks as they were.6

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The two enchanted birds wandered sadly on through the meadows.8 In their misery they could not think what to do next.9 They could not rid themselves of their new forms; there was no use in returning to the town and saying who they were; for who would believe a stork who announced that he was a Caliph; and even if they did believe him, would the people of Bagdad consent to let a stork rule over them?10

So they lounged about for several days, supporting themselves on fruits, which, however, they found some difficulty in eating with their long bills.11 They did not much care to eat frogs or lizards.12 Their one comfort in their sad plight was the power of flying, and accordingly they often flew over the roofs of Bagdad to see what was going on there.13

During the first few days they noticed signs of much disturbance and distress in the streets, but about the fourth day, as they sat on the roof of the palace, they perceived a splendid procession passing below them along the street.14 Drums and trumpets sounded; a man in a scarlet mantle, embroidered in gold, sat on a splendidly caparisoned horse surrounded by richly dressed slaves; half Bagdad crowded after him, and they all shouted, “Hail, Mirza, the Lord of Bagdad!”15

The two storks on the palace roof looked at each other, and the Caliph Chasid said, “Can you guess now, Grand Vizier, why I have been enchanted?16 This Mirza is the son of my deadly enemy, the mighty magician Kaschnur, who in an evil moment vowed vengeance on me.17 Still I will not despair!18 Come with me, my faithful friend; we will go to the grave of the Prophet, and perhaps at that sacred spot the spell may be loosed.”19

They rose from the palace roof, and spread their wings toward Medina.20

But flying was not an easy matter, for the two storks had had but little practice as yet.21

“Oh, my Lord!” gasped the Vizier, after a couple of hours, “I can go on no longer; you really fly too quick for me.22 Besides, it is nearly evening, and we shall do well to find some place in which to spend the night.”23

Chasid listened with favor to his servant’s suggestion, and perceiving in the valley beneath them a ruin which seemed to promise shelter, they flew toward it.24 The building in which they proposed to pass the night had apparently been formerly a castle.25 Some handsome pillars still stood amongst the heaps of ruins, and several rooms, which yet remained in fair preservation, gave evidence of former splendor.26 Chasid and his companion wandered along the passages seeking a dry spot, when suddenly Mansor stood still.27

“My lord and master,” he whispered, “if it were not absurd for a Grand Vizier, and still more for a stork, to be afraid of ghosts, I should feel quite nervous, for someone, or something close by me, has sighed and moaned quite audibly.”28

The Caliph stood still and distinctly heard a low weeping sound, which seemed to proceed from a human being rather than from any animal.29 Full of curiosity, he was about to rush toward the spot from which the sounds of woe came, when the Vizier caught him by the wing with his bill, and implored him not to expose himself to fresh and unknown dangers.30 The Caliph, however, under whose stork’s breast a brave heart beat, tore himself away with the loss of a few feathers, and hurried down a dark passage.31 He saw a door which stood ajar, and through which he distinctly heard sighs, mingled with sobs.32 He pushed open the door with his bill, but remained on the threshold, astonished at the sight which met his eyes.33 On the floor of the ruined chamber—which was but scantily lighted by a small barred window—sat a large screech owl.34 Big tears rolled from its large, round eyes, and in a hoarse voice it uttered its complaints through its crooked beak.35 As soon as it saw the Caliph and his Vizier—who had crept up meanwhile—it gave vent to a joyful cry.36 It gently wiped the tears from its eyes with its spotted brown wings, and to the great amazement of the two visitors, addressed them in good human Arabic.37

“Welcome, ye storks!38 You are a good sign of my deliverance, for it was foretold me that a piece of good fortune should befall me through a stork.”39

When Caliph had recovered from his surprise, he drew up his feet into a graceful position, bent his long neck, and said: “O, screech owl!40 From your words I am led to believe that we see in you a companion in misfortune.41 But, alas!42 Your hope that you may attain your deliverance through us is but a vain one.43 You will know our helplessness when you have heard our story.”44

The screech owl begged him to relate it, and the Caliph accordingly told him what we already know.45

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When the Caliph had ended, the owl thanked him and said: “You must hear my story, and own that I am no less unfortunate than yourselves.47 My father is the King of the Indies.48 I, his only daughter, am named Lusa.49 That magician, Kaschnur, who enchanted you, has been the cause of my misfortunes, too.50 He came one day to my father and demanded my hand for his son Mirza.51 My father—who is rather hasty—ordered him to be thrown downstairs.52 The wretch not long after managed to approach me under another form; one day when I was in the garden I asked for some refreshment, and he brought me—in the disguise of a slave—a draught which changed me at once to this horrid shape.53 Whilst I was fainting with terror he transported me here, and cried to me with his awful voice: ‘There shall you remain, lonely and hideous, despised even by the brutes, till the end of your days, or till someone of his own free will asks you to be his wife.54 Thus do I avenge myself on you and your proud father.’55

“Since then many months have passed away.56 Sad and lonely do I live like any hermit within these walls, avoided by the world and a terror even to animals; the beauties of nature are hidden from me, for I am blind by day, and it is only when the moon sheds her pale light on this spot that the veil falls from my eyes and I can see.”57 The owl paused, and once more wiped her eyes with her wing, for the recital of her woes had drawn fresh tears from her.58

The Caliph fell into deep thought on hearing this story of the Princess.59 “If I am not much mistaken,” said he, “there is some mysterious connection between our misfortunes, but how to find the key to the riddle is the question.”60