The Story of the First Old Man
and the Hind
Stories of Arabian Nights -
One thousand one Arabian Nights
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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 learned 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."
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. 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."
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 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
"That I will do," she replied; "I will treat her as she treated your son."
Then she took a vessel of water and pronounced over it some words I did not
understand; then, on throwing the water over him, he became immediately a young
man once more.
"My son, my dear son," I exclaimed, kissing him in a transport of joy. "This
kind maiden has rescued you from a terrible enchantment, and I am sure that out
of gratitude you will marry her."
He consented joyfully, but before they were married, the young girl changed my
wife into a hind, and it is she whom you see before you. I wished her to have
this form rather than a stranger one, so that we could see her in the family
Since then my son has become a widower and has gone travelling. I am now going
in search of him, and not wishing to confide my wife to the care of other
people, I am taking her with me. Is this not a most marvellous tale?
"It is indeed," said the genius, "and because of it I grant to you the third
part of the punishment of this merchant."
When the first old man had finished his story, the second, who was leading the
two black dogs, said to the genius, "I am going to tell you what happened to me,
and I am sure that you will find my story even more astonishing than the one to
which you have just been listening. But when I have related it, will you grant
me also the third part of the merchant's punishment?"
"Yes," replied the genius, "provided that your story surpasses that of the
With this agreement the second old man began in this way.
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