When six of his heads were gone the snake lashed his tail with such fury that the gazelle and the old woman could not see each other for the dust he made. And the gazelle said to him, `You have climbed all sorts of
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trees, but this you can’t climb,’ and as the seventh head came darting through it went rolling to join the rest.
The Gazelle cuts off the Serpent’s Heads
Then the sword fell rattling on the ground, for the gazelle had fainted.
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The old woman shrieked with delight when she saw her enemy was dead, and ran to bring water to the gazelle, and fanned it, and put it where the wind could blow on it, till it grew better and gave a sneeze. And the heart of the old woman was glad, and she gave it more water, till by-and-by the gazelle got up.
`Show me this house,’ it said, `from beginning to end, from top to bottom, from inside to out.’
So she arose and showed the gazelle rooms full of gold and precious things, and other rooms full of slaves. `They are all yours, goods and slaves,’ said she.
But the gazelle answered, `You must keep them safe till I call my master.’
For two days it lay and rested in the house, and fed on milk and rice, and on the third day it bade the old woman farewell and started back to its master.
And when he heard that the gazelle was at the door he felt like a man who has found the time when all prayers are granted, and he rose and kissed it, saying: `My father, you have been a long time; you have left sorrow with me. I cannot eat, I cannot drink, I cannot laugh; my heart felt no smile at anything, because of thinking of you.’
And the gazelle answered: `I am well, and where I come from it is well, and I wish that after four days you would take your wife and go home.’
And he said: `It is for you to speak. Where you go, I will follow.’
`Then I shall go to your father-in-law and tell him this news.’
`Go, my son.’
So the gazelle went to the father-in-law and said: `I am sent by my master to come and tell you that after four days he will go away with his wife to his own home.’
`Must he really go so quickly? We have not yet sat much together, I and Sultan Darai, nor have we yet
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talked much together, nor have we yet ridden out together, nor have we eaten together; yet it is fourteen days since he came.’
But the gazelle replied: `My lord, you cannot help it, for he wishes to go home, and nothing will stop him.’
`Very good,’ said the sultan, and he called all the people who were in the town, and commanded that the day his daughter left the palace ladies and guards were to attend her on her way.
And at the end of four days a great company of ladies and slaves and horses went forth to escort the wife of Sultan Darai to her new home. They rode all day, and when the sun sank behind the hills they rested, and ate of the food the gazelle gave them, and lay down to sleep. And they journeyed on for many days, and they all, nobles and slaves, loved the gazelle with a great love — more than they loved the Sultan Darai.
At last one day signs of houses appeared, far, far off. And those who saw cried out, `Gazelle!’
And it answered, `Ah, my mistresses, that is the house of Sultan Darai.’
At this news the women rejoiced much, and the slaves rejoiced much, and in the space of two hours they came to the gates, and the gazelle bade them all stay behind, and it went on to the house with Sultan Darai.
When the old woman saw them coming through the courtyard she jumped and shouted for joy, and as the gazelle drew near she seized it in her arms, and kissed it. The gazelle did not like this, and said to her: `Old woman, leave me alone; the one to be carried is my master, and the one to be kissed is my master.’
And she answered, `Forgive me, my son. I did not know this was our master,’ and she threw open all the doors so that the master might see everything that the rooms and storehouses contained. Sultan Darai looked about him, and at length he said:
`Unfasten those horses that are tied up, and let loose
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those people that are bound. And let some sweep, and some spread the beds, and some cook, and some draw water, and some come out and receive the mistress.’
And when the sultana and her ladies and her slaves entered the house, and saw the rich stuffs it was hung with, and the beautiful rice that was prepared for them to eat, they cried: `Ah, you gazelle, we have seen great houses, we have seen people, we have heard of things. But this house, and you, such as you are, we have never seen or heard of.’
After a few days, the ladies said they wished to go home again. The gazelle begged them hard to stay, but finding they would not, it brought many gifts, and gave some to the ladies and some to their slaves. And they all thought the gazelle greater a thousand times than its master, Sultan Darai.
The gazelle and its master remained in the house many weeks, and one day it said to the old woman, `I came with my master to this place, and I have done many things for my master, good things, and till to-day he has never asked me: “Well, my gazelle, how did you get this house? Who is the owner of it? And this town, were there no people in it?” All good things I have done for the master, and he has not one day done me any good thing. But people say, “If you want to do any one good, don’t do him good only, do him evil also, and there will be peace between you.” So, mother, I have done: I want to see the favours I have done to my master, that he may do me the like.’
`Good,’ replied the old woman, and they went to bed.
In the morning, when light came, the gazelle was sick in its stomach and feverish, and its legs ached. And it said `Mother!’
And she answered, `Here, my son?’
And it said, `Go and tell my master upstairs the gazelle is very ill.’
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`Very good, my son; and if he should ask me what is the matter, what am I to say?’
`Tell him all my body aches badly; I have no single part without pain.’
The old woman went upstairs, and she found the mistress and master sitting on a couch of marble spread with soft cushions, and they asked her, `Well, old woman, what do you want?’
`To tell the master the gazelle is ill,’ said she.
`What is the matter?’ asked the wife.
`All its body pains; there is no part without pain.’
`Well, what can I do? Make some gruel of red millet, and give to it.’
But his wife stared and said: `Oh, master, do you tell her to make the gazelle gruel out of red millet, which a horse would not eat? Eh, master, that is not well.’
But he answered, `Oh, you are mad! Rice is only kept for people.’
`Eh, master, this is not like a gazelle. It is the apple of your eye. If sand got into that, it would trouble you.’
`My wife, your tongue is long,’ and he left the room.
The old woman saw she had spoken vainly, and went back weeping to the gazelle. And when the gazelle saw her it said, `Mother, what is it, and why do you cry? If it be good, give me the answer; and if it be bad, give me the answer.’
But still the old woman would not speak, and the gazelle prayed her to let it know the words of the master. At last she said: `I went upstairs and found the mistress and the master sitting on a couch, and he asked me what I wanted, and I told him that you, his slave, were ill. And his wife asked what was the matter, and I told her that there was not a part of your body without pain. And the master told me to take some red millet and make you gruel, but the mistress said, `Eh, master, the gazelle is the apple of your eye; you have no child, this
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