THE
YELLOW BIRD
Once
upon a time a Fairy, who had somehow or other got into mischief, was condemned
by the High Court of Fairyland to live for several years under the form of some
creature, and at the moment of resuming her natural appearance once again to
make the fortune of two men. It was left to her to choose what form she would
take, and because she loved yellow she transformed herself into a lovely bird
with shining golden feathers such as no one had ever seen before. When the time
of her punishment was at an end the beautiful yellow bird flew to Bagdad, and
let herself be caught by a Fowler at the precise moment when Badi-al-Zaman was
walking up and down outside his magnificent summer palace. This
Badi-al-Zaman--whose name means 'Wonder-of-the-World'--was looked upon in Bagdad
as the most fortunate creature under the sun, because of his vast wealth. But
really, what with anxiety about his riches and being weary of everything, and
always desiring something he had not, he never knew a moment's real happiness.
Even now he had come out of his palace, which was large and splendid enough for
fifty kings, weary and cross because he could find nothing new to amuse him.
The Fowler thought that this would be a favourable opportunity for offering him
the marvellous bird, which he felt certain he would buy the instant he saw it.
And he was not mistaken, for when Badi-al-Zaman took the lovely prisoner into
his own hands, he saw written under its right wing the words, 'He who eats my
head will become a king,' and under its left wing, 'He who eats my heart will
find a hundred gold pieces under his pillow every morning.' In spite of all his
wealth he at once began to desire the promised gold, and the bargain was soon
completed. Then the difficulty arose as to how the bird was to be cooked; for
among all his army of servants not one could Badi-al-Zaman trust. At last he
asked the Fowler if he were married, and on hearing that he was he bade him
take the bird home with him and tell his wife to cook it.
'Perhaps,'
said he, 'this will give me an appetite, which I have not had for many a long
day, and if so your wife shall have a hundred pieces of silver.'
The
Fowler with great joy ran home to his wife, who speedily made a savoury stew of
the Yellow Bird. But when Badi-al-Zaman reached the cottage and began eagerly
to search in the dish for its head and its heart he could not find either of
them, and turned to the Fowler's wife in a furious rage. She was so terrified
that she fell upon her knees before him and confessed that her two children had
come in just before he arrived, and had so teased her for some of the dish she
was preparing that she had presently given the head to one and the heart to the
other, since these morsels are not generally much esteemed; and Badi-al-Zaman
rushed from the cottage vowing vengeance against the whole family. The wrath of
a rich man is generally to be feared, so the Fowler and his wife resolved to
send their children out of harm's way; but the wife, to console her husband,
confided to him that she had purposely given them the head and heart of the
bird because she had been able to read what was written under its wings. So,
believing that their children's fortunes were made, they embraced them and sent
them forth, bidding them get as far away as possible, to take different roads,
and to send news of their welfare. For themselves, they remained hidden and
disguised in the town, which was really rather clever of them; but very soon
afterwards Badi-al-Zaman died of vexation and annoyance at the loss of the
promised treasure, and then they went back to their cottage to wait for news of
their children. The younger, who had eaten the heart of the Yellow Bird, very
soon found out what it had done for him, for each morning when he awoke he
found a purse containing a hundred gold pieces under his pillow. But, as all
poor people may remember for their consolation, nothing in the world causes so
much trouble or requires so much care as a great treasure. Consequently, the
Fowler's son, who spent with reckless profusion and was supposed to be
possessed of a great hoard of gold, was before very long attacked by robbers,
and in trying to defend himself was so badly wounded that he died.
The
elder brother, who had eaten the Yellow Bird's head, travelled a long way
without meeting with any particular adventure, until at last he reached a large
city in Asia, which was all in an uproar over the choosing of a new Emir. All
the principal citizens had formed themselves into two parties, and it was not
until after a prolonged squabble that they agreed that the person to whom the
most singular thing happened should be Emir. Our young traveller entered the
town at this juncture, with his agreeable face and jaunty air, and all at once
felt something alight upon his head, which proved to be a snow-white pigeon.
Thereupon all the people began to stare, and to run after him, so that he
presently reached the palace with the pigeon upon his head and all the
inhabitants of the city at his heels, and before he knew where he was they made
him Emir, to his great astonishment.
As
there is nothing more agreeable than to command, and nothing to which people
get accustomed more quickly, the young Emir soon felt quite at his ease in his
new position; but this did not prevent him from making every kind of mistake,
and so misgoverning the kingdom that at last the whole city rose in revolt and
deprived him at once of his authority and his life--a punishment which he
richly deserved, for in the days of his prosperity he disowned the Fowler and
his wife, and allowed them to die in poverty.
'I
have told you this story, my dear Sylvain and Jocosa,' added the Fairy, 'to
prove to you that this little cottage and all that belongs to it is a gift more
likely to bring you happiness and contentment than many things that would at
first seem grander and more desirable. If you will faithfully promise me to
till your fields and feed your flocks, and will keep your word better than you
did before, I will see that you never lack anything that is really for your
good.'
Sylvain
and Jocosa gave their faithful promise, and as they kept it they always enjoyed
peace and prosperity. The Fairy had asked all their friends and neighbours to
their wedding, which took place at once with great festivities and rejoicings,
and they lived to a good old age, always loving one another with all their
hearts.
By
the Comte de Caylus.
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