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Feb 10, 2021 07:03 PM Feb 10, 2021 07:03 PM
-- So . . . you are not afraid? -- Neither a patch of land nor sheep do I own, and it happened once that I stuck my finger into a place wherein opened a certain crack from which smoke issued forth into the shape of a large yellow serpent which I grabbed, as it approached, and scratched and rubbed until I was dumbfounded to see it disappear and stood there gazing at its ashes. -- What about the sultan's guard? -- They gave chase; his knights came while I was taking my siesta and startled me awake. In front of me, I glimpsed an ostrich, a she-camel perhaps, which -- I forget. I mounted her nevertheless, she paced across the ceiling while the knights stared, wide-eyed, were struck by fear and fell and died, after which the sultan was very reluctant to enter my house. _______________ Translated by Sargon Boulus
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