The Story of Caliph Stork · page 21 2101‘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.’102The Caliph stood still and distinctly heard a low weeping sound which seemed to proceed from a human being rather than from any animal.103Full of curiosity he was about to rush towards the spot from whence 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.104The 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.105He saw a door which stood ajar, and through which he distinctly heard sighs, mingled with sobs.106He pushed open the door with his bill, but remained on the threshold, astonished at the sight which met his eyes.107On the floor of the ruined chamber--which was but scantily lighted by a small barred window--sat a large screech owl.108Big tears rolled from its large round eyes, and in a hoarse voice it uttered its complaints through its crooked beak.109As soon as it saw the Caliph and his Vizier--who had crept up meanwhile--it gave vent to a joyful cry.110It 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.111‘Welcome, ye storks!112You are a good sign of my deliverance, for it was foretold me that a piece of good fortune should befall me through a stork.’113When the Caliph had recovered from his surprise, he drew up his feet into a graceful position, bent his long neck, and said: ‘Oh, screech owl! from your words I am led to believe that we see in you a companion in misfortune.114But, alas! your hope that you may attain your deliverance through us is but a vain one.115You will know our helplessness when you have heard our story.’116The screech owl begged him to relate it, and the Caliph accordingly told him what we already know.117IV.118When the Caliph had ended, the owl thanked him and said: ‘You hear my story, and own that I am no less unfortunate than yourselves.119My father is the King of the Indies.120I, his only daughter, am named Lusa.121That magician Kaschnur, who enchanted you, has been the cause of my misfortunes too.122He came one day to my father and demanded my hand for his son Mirza.123My father--who is rather hasty--ordered him to be thrown downstairs.124The wretch not long after managed to approach me under another form, and one day, when I was in the garden, and asked for some refreshment, he brought me--in the disguise of a slave--a draught which changed me at once to this horrid shape.125Whilst 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 some one of his own free will asks you to be his wife.126Thus do I avenge myself on you and your proud father.”127‘Since then many months have passed away.128Sad 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.’129The owl paused, and once more wiped her eyes with her wing, for the recital of her woes had drawn fresh tears from her.130The Caliph fell into deep thought on hearing this story of the Princess.131‘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.’132The owl answered: ‘Oh, my Lord!133I too feel sure of this, for in my earliest youth a wise woman foretold that a stork would bring me some great happiness, and I think I could tell you how we might save ourselves.’134The Caliph was much surprised, and asked her what she meant.135‘The Magician who has made us both miserable,’ said she, ‘comes once a month to these ruins.136Not far from this room is a large hall where he is in the habit of feasting with his companions.137I have often watched them.138They tell each other all about their evil deeds, and possibly the magic word which you have forgotten may be mentioned.’139‘Oh, dearest Princess!’ exclaimed the Caliph, ‘say, when does he come, and where is the hall?’140The owl paused a moment and then said: ‘Do not think me unkind, but I can only grant your request on one condition.’141‘Speak, speak!’ cried Chasid; ‘command, I will gladly do whatever you wish!’142‘Well,’ replied the owl, ‘you see I should like to be free too; but this can only be if one of you will offer me his hand in marriage.’143The storks seemed rather taken aback by this suggestion, and the Caliph beckoned to his Vizier to retire and consult with him.144When they were outside the door the Caliph said: ‘Grand Vizier, this is a tiresome business.145However, you can take her.’146‘Indeed!’ said the Vizier; ‘so that when I go home my wife may scratch my eyes out!147Besides, I am an old man, and your Highness is still young and unmarried, and a far more suitable match for a young and lovely Princess.’148‘That’s just where it is,’ sighed the Caliph, whose wings drooped in a dejected manner; ‘how do you know she is young and lovely?149I call it buying a pig in a poke.’150They argued on for some time, but at length, when the Caliph saw plainly that his Vizier would rather remain a stork to the end of his days than marry the owl, he determined to fulfil the condition himself.151The owl was delighted.152She owned that they could not have arrived at a better time, as most probably the magicians would meet that very night.153She then proceeded to lead the two storks to the chamber.154They passed through a long dark passage till at length a bright ray of light shone before them through the chinks of a half-ruined wall.checked by a teacher155When they reached it the owl advised them to keep very quiet.156Through the gap near which they stood they could with ease survey the whole of the large hall.157It was adorned with splendid carved pillars; a number of coloured lamps replaced the light of day.158In the middle of the hall stood a round table covered with a variety of dishes, and about the table was a divan on which eight men were seated.159In one of these bad men the two recognised the pedlar who had sold the magic powder.160The man next him begged him to relate all his latest doings, and amongst them he told the story of the Caliph and his Vizier.161‘And what kind of word did you give them?’ asked another old sorcerer.162‘A very difficult Latin word; it is “Mutabor.”’163V.164As soon as the storks heard this they were nearly beside themselves with joy.165They ran at such a pace to the door of the ruined castle that the owl could scarcely keep up with them.166When they reached it the Caliph turned to the owl, and said with much feeling: ‘Deliverer of my friend and myself, as a proof of my eternal gratitude, accept me as your husband.’167Then he turned towards the east.168Three times the storks bowed their long necks to the sun, which was just rising over the mountains.169‘Mutabor!’ they both cried, and in an instant they were once more transformed.170In the rapture of their newly-given lives master and servant fell laughing and weeping into each other’s arms.171Who shall describe their surprise when they at last turned round and beheld standing before them a beautiful lady exquisitely dressed!172With a smile she held out her hand to the Caliph, and asked: ‘Do you not recognise your screech owl?’173It was she!174The Caliph was so enchanted by her grace and beauty, that he declared being turned into a stork had been the best piece of luck which had ever befallen him.175The three set out at once for Bagdad.176Fortunately, the Caliph found not only the box with the magic powder, but also his purse in his girdle; he was, therefore, able to buy in the nearest village all they required for their journey, and so at last they reached the gates of Bagdad.177Here the Caliph’s arrival created the greatest sensation.178He had been quite given up for dead, and the people were greatly rejoiced to see their beloved ruler again.179Their rage with the usurper Mirza, however, was great in proportion.180They marched in force to the palace and took the old magician and his son prisoners.181The Caliph sent the magician to the room where the Princess had lived as an owl, and there had him hanged.182As the son, however, knew nothing of his father’s acts, the Caliph gave him his choice between death and a pinch of the magic snuff.183When he chose the latter, the Grand Vizier handed him the box.184One good pinch, and the magic word transformed him to a stork.185The Caliph ordered him to be confined in an iron cage, and placed in the palace gardens.186Caliph Chasid lived long and happily with his wife the Princess.187His merriest time was when the Grand Vizier visited him in the afternoon; and when the Caliph was in particularly high spirits he would condescend to mimic the Vizier’s appearance when he was a stork.188He would strut gravely, and with well-stiffened legs, up and down the room, chattering, and showing how he had vainly bowed to the east and cried ‘Mu...189Mu...’190The Caliphess and her children were always much entertained by this performance; but when the Caliph went on nodding and bowing, and calling ‘Mu...mu...’ too long, the Vizier would threaten laughingly to tell the Chaliphess the subject of the discussion carried on one night outside the door of Princess Screech Owl.1 2← previousThe Half-chicknext →The Enchanted Watch↑ back to The Green Fairy BookThis page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg7277/7/page/2/