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One thousand one Arabian Nights
The Story of Sidi-Nouman
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The Caliph, Haroun-al-Raschid, was much pleased
with the tale of the blind man and the dervish, and when it was finished he
turned to the young man who had ill-treated his horse, and inquired his name
also. The young man replied that he was called Sidi-Nouman.
"Sidi-Nouman," observed the Caliph, "I have seen horses broken all my life long,
and have even broken them myself, but I have never seen any horse broken in such
a barbarous manner as by you yesterday. Every one who looked on was indignant,
and blamed you loudly. As for myself, I was so angry that I was very nearly
disclosing who I was, and putting a stop to it at once. Still, you have not the
air of a cruel man, and I would gladly believe that you did not act in this way
without some reason. As I am told that it was not the first time, and indeed
that every day you are to be seen flogging and spurring your horse, I wish to
come to the bottom of the matter. But tell me the whole truth, and conceal
Sidi-Nouman changed colour as he heard these words, and his manner grew
confused; but he saw plainly that there was no help for it. So he prostrated
himself before the throne of the Caliph and tried to obey, but the words stuck
in his throat, and he remained silent.
The Caliph, accustomed though he was to instant obedience, guessed something of
what was passing in the young man's mind, and sought to put him at his ease. "Sidi-Nouman,"
he said, "do not think of me as the Caliph, but merely as a friend who would
like to hear your story. If there is anything in it that you are afraid may
offend me, take courage, for I pardon you beforehand. Speak then openly and
without fear, as to one who knows and loves you."
Reassured by the kindness of the Caliph, Sidi-Nouman at length began his tale.
"Commander of the Faithful," said he, "dazzled though I am by the lustre of your
Highness' presence, I will do my best to satisfy your wishes. I am by no means
perfect, but I am not naturally cruel, neither do I take pleasure in breaking
the law. I admit that the treatment of my horse is calculated to give your
Highness a bad opinion of me, and to set an evil example to others; yet I have
not chastised it without reason, and I have hopes that I shall be judged more
worthy of pity than punishment."
Commander of the Faithful, I will not trouble to describe my birth; it is not of
sufficient distinction to deserve your Highness' attention. My ancestors were
careful people, and I inherited enough money to enable me to live comfortably,
though without show.
Having therefore a modest fortune, the only thing wanting to my happiness was a
wife who could return my affection, but this blessing I was not destined to get;
for on the very day after my marriage, my bride began to try my patience in
every way that was most hard to bear.
Now, seeing that the customs of our land oblige us to marry without ever
beholding the person with whom we are to pass our lives, a man has of course no
right to complain as long as his wife is not absolutely repulsive, or is not
positively deformed. And whatever defects her body may have, pleasant ways and
good behaviour will go far to remedy them.
The first time I saw my wife unveiled, when she had been brought to my house
with the usual ceremonies, I was enchanted to find that I had not been deceived
in regard to the account that had been given me of her beauty. I began my
married life in high spirits, and the best hopes of happiness.
The following day a grand dinner was served to us but as my wife did not appear,
I ordered a servant to call her. Still she did not come, and I waited
impatiently for some time. At last she entered the room, and she took our places
at the table, and plates of rice were set before us.
I ate mine, as was natural, with a spoon, but great was my surprise to notice
that my wife, instead of doing the same, drew from her pocket a little case,
from which she selected a long pin, and by the help of this pin conveyed her
rice grain by grain to her mouth.
"Amina," I exclaimed in astonishment, "is that the way you eat rice at home? And
did you do it because your appetite was so small, or did you wish to count the
grains so that you might never eat more than a certain number? If it was from
economy, and you are anxious to teach me not to be wasteful, you have no cause
for alarm. We shall never ruin ourselves in that way! Our fortune is large
enough for all our needs, therefore, dear Amina, do not seek to check yourself,
but eat as much as you desire, as I do!"
In reply to my affectionate words, I expected a cheerful answer; yet Amina said
nothing at all, but continued to pick her rice as before, only at longer and
longer intervals. And, instead of trying the other dishes, all she did was to
put every now and then a crumb, of bread into her mouth, that would not have
made a meal for a sparrow.
I felt provoked by her obstinacy, but to excuse her to myself as far as I could,
I suggested that perhaps she had never been used to eat in the company of men,
and that her family might have taught her that she ought to behave prudently and
discreetly in the presence of her husband. Likewise that she might either have
dined already or intend to do so in her own apartments. So I took no further
notice, and when I had finished left the room, secretly much vexed at her
The same thing occurred at supper, and all through the next day, whenever we ate
together. It was quite clear that no woman could live upon two or three
bread-crumbs and a few grains of rice, and I determined to find out how and when
she got food. I pretended not to pay attention to anything she did, in the hope
that little by little she would get accustomed to me, and become more friendly;
but I soon saw that my expectations were quite vain.
One night I was lying with my eyes closed, and to, all appearance sound asleep,
when Amina arose softly, and dressed herself without making the slightest sound.
I could not imagine what she was going to do, and as my curiosity was great I
made up my mind to follow her. When she was fully dressed, she stole quietly
from the room.
The instant she had let the curtain fall behind her, I flung a garment on my
shoulders and a pair of slippers on my feet. Looking from a lattice which opened
into the court, I saw her in the act of passing through the street door, which
she carefully left open.
It was bright moonlight, so I easily managed to keep her in sight, till she
entered a cemetery not far from the house. There I hid myself under the shadow
of the wall, and crouched down cautiously; and hardly was I concealed, when I
saw my wife approaching in company with a ghoul--one of those demons which, as
your Highness is aware, wander about the country making their lairs in deserted
buildings and springing out upon unwary travellers whose flesh they eat. If no
live being goes their way, they then betake themselves to the cemeteries, and
feed upon the dead bodies.
I was nearly struck dumb with horror on seeing my wife with this hideous female
ghoul. They passed by me without noticing me, began to dig up a corpse which had
been buried that day, and then sat down on the edge of the grave, to enjoy their
frightful repast, talking quietly and cheerfully all the while, though I was too
far off to hear what they said. When they had finished, they threw back the body
into the grave, and heaped back the earth upon it. I made no effort to disturb
them, and returned quickly to the house, when I took care to leave the door
open, as I had previously found it. Then I got back into bed, and pretended to
A short time after Amina entered as quietly as she had gone out. She undressed
and stole into bed, congratulating herself apparently on the cleverness with
which she had managed her expedition.
As may be guessed, after such a scene it was long before I could close my eyes,
and at the first sound which called the faithful to prayer, I put on my clothes
and went to the mosque. But even prayer did not restore peace to my troubled
spirit, and I could not face my wife until I had made up my mind what future
course I should pursue in regard to her. I therefore spent the morning roaming
about from one garden to another, turning over various plans for compelling my
wife to give up her horrible ways; I thought of using violence to make her
submit, but felt reluctant to be unkind to her. Besides, I had an instinct that
gentle means had the best chance of success; so, a little soothed, I turned
towards home, which I reached about the hour of dinner.
As soon as I appeared, Amina ordered dinner to be served, and we sat down
together. As usual, she persisted in only picking a few grains of rice, and I
resolved to speak to her at once of what lay so heavily on my heart.
"Amina," I said, as quietly as possible, "you must have guessed the surprise I
felt, when the day after our marriage you declined to eat anything but a few
morsels of rice, and altogether behaved in such a manner that most husbands
would have been deeply wounded. However I had patience with you, and only tried
to tempt your appetite by the choicest dishes I could invent, but all to no
purpose. Still, Amina, it seems to me that there be some among them as sweet to
the taste as the flesh of a corpse?"
I had no sooner uttered these words than Amina, who instantly understood that I
had followed her to the grave-yard, was seized with a passion beyond any that I
have ever witnessed. Her face became purple, her eyes looked as if they would
start from her head, and she positively foamed with rage.
I watched her with terror, wondering what would happen next, but little thinking
what would be the end of her fury. She seized a vessel of water that stood at
hand, and plunging her hand in it, murmured some words I failed to catch. Then,
sprinkling it on my face, she cried madly:
"Wretch, receive the reward of your prying, and become a dog."
The words were not out of her mouth when, without feeling conscious that any
change was passing over me, I suddenly knew that I had ceased to be a man. In
the greatness of the shock and surprise--for I had no idea that Amina was a
magician--I never dreamed of running away, and stood rooted to the spot, while
Amina grasped a stick and began to beat me. Indeed her blows were so heavy, that
I only wonder they did not kill me at once. However they succeeded in rousing me
from my stupor, and I dashed into the court-yard, followed closely by Amina, who
made frantic dives at me, which I was not quick enough to dodge. At last she got
tired of pursuing me, or else a new trick entered into her head, which would
give me speedy and painful death; she opened the gate leading into the street,
intending to crush me as I passed through. Dog though I was, I saw through her
design, and stung into presence of mind by the greatness of the danger, I timed
my movements so well that I contrived to rush through, and only the tip of my
tail received a squeeze as she banged the gate.
I was safe, but my tail hurt me horribly, and I yelped and howled so loud all
along the streets, that the other dogs came and attacked me, which made matters
no better. In order to avoid them, I took refuge in a cookshop, where tongues
and sheep's heads were sold.
At first the owner showed me great kindness, and drove away the other dogs that
were still at my heels, while I crept into the darkest corner. But though I was
safe for the moment, I was not destined to remain long under his protection, for
he was one of those who hold all dogs to be unclean, and that all the washing in
the world will hardly purify you from their contact. So after my enemies had
gone to seek other prey, he tried to lure me from my corner in order to force me
into the street. But I refused to come out of my hole, and spent the night in
sleep, which I sorely needed, after the pain inflicted on me by Amina.
I have no wish to weary your Highness by dwelling on the sad thoughts which
accompanied my change of shape, but it may interest you to hear that the next
morning my host went out early to do his marketing, and returned laden with the
sheep's heads, and tongues and trotters that formed his stock in trade for the
day. The smell of meat attracted various hungry dogs in the neighbourhood, and
they gathered round the door begging for some bits. I stole out of my corner,
and stood with them.
In spite of his objection to dogs, as unclean animals, my protector was a
kind-hearted man, and knowing I had eaten nothing since yesterday, he threw me
bigger and better bits than those which fell to the share of the other dogs.
When I had finished, I tried to go back into the shop, but this he would not
allow, and stood so firmly at the entrance with a stout stick, that I was forced
to give it up, and seek some other home.
A few paces further on was a baker's shop, which seemed to have a gay and merry
man for a master. At that moment he was having his breakfast, and though I gave
no signs of hunger, he at once threw me a piece of bread. Before gobbling it up,
as most dogs are in the habit of doing, I bowed my head and wagged my tail, in
token of thanks, and he understood, and smiled pleasantly. I really did not want
the bread at all, but felt it would be ungracious to refuse, so I ate it slowly,
in order that he might see that I only did it out of politeness. He understood
this also, and seemed quite willing to let me stay in his shop, so I sat down,
with my face to the door, to show that I only asked his protection. This he gave
me, and indeed encouraged me to come into the house itself, giving me a corner
where I might sleep, without being in anybody's way.
The kindness heaped on me by this excellent man was far greater than I could
ever have expected. He was always affectionate in his manner of treating me, and
I shared his breakfast, dinner and supper, while, on my side, I gave him all the
gratitude and attachment to which he had a right.
I sat with my eyes fixed on him, and he never left the house without having me
at his heels; and if it ever happened that when he was preparing to go out I was
asleep, and did not notice, he would call "Rufus, Rufus," for that was the name
he gave me.
Some weeks passed in this way, when one day a woman came in to buy bread. In
paying for it, she laid down several pieces of money, one of which was bad. The
baker perceived this, and declined to take it, demanding another in its place.
The woman, for her part, refused to take it back, declaring it was perfectly
good, but the baker would have nothing to do with it. "It is really such a bad
imitation," he exclaimed at last, "that even my dog would not be taken in. Here
Rufus! Rufus!" and hearing his voice, I jumped on to the counter. The baker
threw down the money before me, and said, "Find out if there is a bad coin." I
looked at each in turn, and then laid my paw on the false one, glancing at the
same time at my master, so as to point it out.
The baker, who had of course been only in joke, was exceedingly surprised at my
cleverness, and the woman, who was at last convinced that the man spoke the
truth, produced another piece of money in its place. When she had gone, my
master was so pleased that he told all the neighbours what I had done, and made
a great deal more of it than there really was.
The neighbours, very naturally, declined to believe his story, and tried me
several times with all the bad money they could collect together, but I never
failed to stand the test triumphantly.
Soon, the shop was filled from morning till night, with people who on the
pretence of buying bread came to see if I was as clever as I was reported to be.
The baker drove a roaring trade, and admitted that I was worth my weight in gold
Of course there were plenty who envied him his large custom, and many was the
pitfall set for me, so that he never dared to let me out of his sight. One day a
woman, who had not been in the shop before, came to ask for bread, like the
rest. As usual, I was lying on the counter, and she threw down six coins before
me, one of which was false. I detected it at once, and put my paw on it, looking
as I did so at the woman. "Yes," she said, nodding her head. "You are quite
right, that is the one." She stood gazing at me attentively for some time, then
paid for the bread, and left the shop, making a sign for me to follow her
Now my thoughts were always running on some means of shaking off the spell laid
on me, and noticing the way in which this woman had looked at me, the idea
entered my head that perhaps she might have guessed what had happened, and in
this I was not deceived. However I let her go on a little way, and merely stood
at the door watching her. She turned, and seeing that I was quite still, she
again beckoned to me.
The baker all this while was busy with his oven, and had forgotten all about me,
so I stole out softly, and ran after the woman.
When we came to her house, which was some distance off, she opened the door and
then said to me, "Come in, come in; you will never be sorry that you followed
me." When I had entered she fastened the door, and took me into a large room,
where a beautiful girl was working at a piece of embroidery. "My daughter,"
exclaimed my guide, "I have brought you the famous dog belonging to the baker
which can tell good money from bad. You know that when I first heard of him, I
told you I was sure he must be really a man, changed into a dog by magic. To-day
I went to the baker's, to prove for myself the truth of the story, and persuaded
the dog to follow me here. Now what do you say?"
"You are right, mother," replied the girl, and rising she dipped her hand into a
vessel of water. Then sprinkling it over me she said, "If you were born dog,
remain dog; but if you were born man, by virtue of this water resume your proper
form." In one moment the spell was broken. The dog's shape vanished as if it had
never been, and it was a man who stood before her.
Overcome with gratitude at my deliverance, I flung myself at her feet, and
kissed the hem of her garment. "How can I thank you for your goodness towards a
stranger, and for what you have done? Henceforth I am your slave. Deal with me
as you will!"
Then, in order to explain how I came to be changed into a dog, I told her my
whole story, and finished with rendering the mother the thanks due to her for
the happiness she had brought me.
"Sidi-Nouman," returned the daughter, "say no more about the obligation you are
under to us. The knowledge that we have been of service to you is ample payment.
Let us speak of Amina, your wife, with whom I was acquainted before her
marriage. I was aware that she was a magician, and she knew too that I had
studied the same art, under the same mistress. We met often going to the same
baths, but we did not like each other, and never sought to become friends. As to
what concerns you, it is not enough to have broken your spell, she must be
punished for her wickedness. Remain for a moment with my mother, I beg," she
added hastily, "I will return shortly."
Left alone with the mother, I again expressed the gratitude I felt, to her as
well as to her daughter.
"My daughter," she answered, "is, as you see, as accomplished a magician as
Amina herself, but you would be astonished at the amount of good she does by her
knowledge. That is why I have never interfered, otherwise I should have put a
stop to it long ago." As she spoke, her daughter entered with a small bottle in
"Sidi-Nouman," she said, "the books I have just consulted tell me that Amina is
not home at present, but she should return at any moment. I have likewise found
out by their means, that she pretends before the servants great uneasiness as to
your absence. She has circulated a story that, while at dinner with her, you
remembered some important business that had to be done at once, and left the
house without shutting the door. By this means a dog had strayed in, which she
was forced to get rid of by a stick. Go home then without delay, and await
Amina's return in your room. When she comes in, go down to meet her, and in her
surprise, she will try to run away. Then have this bottle ready, and dash the
water it contains over her, saying boldly, "Receive the reward of your crimes."
That is all I have to tell you."
Everything happened exactly as the young magician had foretold. I had not been
in my house many minutes before Amina returned, and as she approached I stepped
in front of her, with the water in my hand. She gave one loud cry, and turned to
the door, but she was too late. I had already dashed the water in her face and
spoken the magic words. Amina disappeared, and in her place stood the horse you
saw me beating yesterday.
This, Commander of the Faithful, is my story, and may I venture to hope that,
now you have heard the reason of my conduct, your Highness will not think this
wicked woman too harshly treated?
"Sidi-Nouman," replied the Caliph, "your story is indeed a strange one, and
there is no excuse to be offered for your wife. But, without condemning your
treatment of her, I wish you to reflect how much she must suffer from being
changed into an animal, and I hope you will let that punishment be enough. I do
not order you to insist upon the young magician finding the means to restore
your wife to her human shape, because I know that when once women such as she
begin to work evil they never leave off, and I should only bring down on your
head a vengeance far worse than the one you have undergone already."
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