Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
We have started a stroytelling journey by Scheherazade, of 1001 Nights. Yesterday we read the story of the Merchant and the Genius and now the story continues with "The Story of the First Old Man and of the Hind. Scheherazade continues her story to save her life, because the Sultan has the rare idea to murder every woman he has a relationship with. To save her life Scheherazade may tell her sister a story.
The Story of the first Old Man and of the Hind
I am now going to begin my story (said the old man), so please attend.
This hind that you see with me is my wife. We have no children of our own, therefore I adopted the son of a favorite slave, and determined to make him my heir.
My wife, however, took a great dislike to both mother and child, which she concealed from me till too late. When my adopted son was about ten years old I was obliged to go on a journey. Before I went I entrusted to my wife’s keeping both the mother and child, and begged her to take care of them during my absence, which lasted a whole year. During this time she studied magic in order to carry out her wicked scheme. When she had learn enough she took my son into a distant place and changed him into a calf. Then she gave him to my steward, and told him to look after a calf she had bought. She also changed the slave into a cow, which she sent to my steward.
When I returned I inquired after my slave and the child. “Your slave is dead,” she said, “and as for your son, I have not seen him for two months, and I do not know where he is.”
the circle of life
|Hind (image found on pixabay)|
I was grieved to hear of my slave’s death, but as my son had only disappeared, I thought I should soon find him. Eight months, however, passed, and still no tidings of him; then the feast of Bairam came. (Feast of Bairam is a feast of sacrifice and is the start of the Ramadan).
To celebrate it I ordered my steward to bring me a very fat cow to sacrifice. He did so. The cow that he brought was my unfortunate slave. I bound her, but just as I was about to kill her she began to low most piteously, and I saw that her eyes were streaming with tears. It seemed to me most extraordinary, and, feeling a movement of pity, I ordered the steward to lead her away and bring another. My wife, who was present, scoffed at my compassion, which made her malice of no avail. “What are you doing?” she cried. “Kill this cow. It is the best we have to sacrifice.”
To please her, I tried again, but again the animal’s lows and tears disarmed me.
“Take her away,” I said to the steward, “and kill her; I cannot.”
The steward killed her, but on skinning her found that she was nothing but bones, although she appeared so fat. I was vexed.
“Keep her for yourself,” I said to the steward, “and if you have a fat calf, bring that in her stead.”
In a short time he brought a very fat calf, which, although I did not know it, was my son. It tried hard to break its cord and come to me. It threw itself at my feet, with its head on the ground, as if it wished to excite my pity, and to beg me not to take away its life.
I was even more surprised and touched at this action than I had been at the tears of the cow.
“Go,” I said to the steward, “take back this calf, take great care of it, and bring me another in its place instantly.”
to please the gods
sacrificing sheep and cattle
As soon as my wife heard me speak this she at once cried out, “What are you doing, husband? Do not sacrifice any calf but this.”
“Wife,” I answered, “I will not sacrifice this calf,” and in spite of all her remonstrances, I remained firm.
I had another calf killed; this one was led away. The next day the steward asked to speak to me in private.
“I have come,” he said, “to tell you some news which I think you will like to hear. I have a daughter who knows magic. Yesterday, when I was leading back the calf which you refused to sacrifice, I noticed that she smiled, and then directly afterwards began to cry. I asked her why she did so.”
“Father,” she answered, “this calf is the son of our master. I smile with joy at seeing him still alive, and I weep to think of his mother, who was sacrificed yesterday as a cow. These changes have been wrought by our master’s wife, who hated the mother and son.”
“At these words, of Genius,” continued the old man, “I leave you to imagine my astonishment. I went immediately with the steward to speak with his daughter myself. First of all I went to the stable to see my son, and he replied in his dumb way to all my caresses. When the steward’s daughter came I asked her if she could change my son back to his proper shape.”
“Yes, I can,” she replied, “on two conditions. One is that you will give him to me for a husband, and the other is that you will let me punish the woman who changed him into a calf.”
“To the first condition,” I answered, “I agree with all my heart, and I will give you an ample dowry. To the second I also agree, I only beg you to spare her life.”
“That I will do,” she replied; “I will treat her as she treated your son.”
|Sacrifice of Isaac (painting), part of the story of the First Old Man and of the Hind is based on the story from the Bible in which Abraham sacrifices his son Isaac|
What a story this is, I even thought to share the whole story here, but I will not do that. I will share the last part on our page "The Story Goes On", which you can find above in the menu. (Or by clicking HERE).
This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until January 10th at noon (CET). I will try to publish our new episode, The Story of the second Old Man and of the Two Black Dogs, later on. For now ... enjoy the fun!