Speak Bird, Speak Again Part 7
"Bring the tripe," she answered, "and we'll cook it."
He went and got the tripe, and she scrubbed and cleaned it and put it on the fire. Her husband was plowing in the fields. After she had placed the food on the fire, she set to sweeping the floor. She swept a stroke or two and thought to herself that she might as well check 'and see if the food was ready. She picked up a foot and ate it. Another stroke or two with the broom, and again she said to herself, "Let me poke the food and see if it's ready." She picked up a portion of the tripe and ate it. By the time she realized what she was doing, she had eaten up the whole meal, leaving nothing behind.
"Yee!" she cried out. "The Devil take me! What's he going to do to me now? Soon he'll be home from plowing, and what's he going to eat? By Allah, I think he'll kill me. He'll blacken my face. Hey, you! Go call your brother right away."
The girl cried, knowing what the woman was up to.
"What do you want with my brother, aunty?"
"I'm telling you to call your brother. And, by Allah, if you don't call him, I'll kill you right now."
The girl went out, calling: "Hey, brother! Come and don't come!
Come and don't come near!
For you they've sharpened the knives In front of the shop doors."
Coming back in, she said, "O aunty! I haven't been able to find him."
"I'm telling you to call him," the woman snapped back. "Quick as a bird! Otherwise, I'm going to slaughter you."
Back out went the girl, and she called: "Hey, brother! Come and don't come!
Come and don't come near!
For you they've sharpened the knives In front of the shop doors."
This last time the woman said, "I'll kill you if you don't bring him." Finally the sister called her brother, and he came.
Taking him inside, the woman locked the door. She slaughtered him, cut him into pieces, and cooked him just as she would cook tripe and in the same pot. The other one sat crying and crying, but the woman said to her, "Consider yourself dead if you speak to your father or anyone else."
The father came home from plowing, hungry.
"Did you cook the tripe, wife?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
Setting the pot down, they cut pieces of bread, poured the sauce over it, piled the meat on top, and set to it.
"Come, girl," the father urged his daughter. "Eat!"
"I don't want any," she said.
"How can you not want any?" he asked. "Eat!"
"No, father," she replied. "I'm full. I've just taken some food and eaten."
"Leave her alone!" his wife cut in. "What do you want with her? All day long she's been hanging about and eating."
"All right," said the father. "But where's your brother? Doesn't he want to eat?"
"He just ate and went out to play," answered the wife: "When. he comes back, even if it's midnight, I'll give him some food."
From that day on, the man would set out for the fields with his team early in the morning and come home late in the evening, tired. He would * ask about the boy, and his wife would say he had just eaten and gone out to play.
Now the sister, after they had finished their meal, took the bones and dug a hole and buried them at the edge of the garden. And every morning she would sit by the place where she buried the bones and cry and cry until she had no more tears. Then she would go home.
One day there was a wedding at a neighbor's house. Her father, her stepmother, and all the girls. [in the neighborhood] put on their best clothes and went to the wedding. "Now that n.o.body's around," she thought to herself, "I'll dig up the bones and look at them again." She went and dug and (so the story goes) found a marble urn. She dug deeper, unearthed it, and out of it flew a green bird. And what else? The urn was full of gold bracelets, tings, and earrings. There was also a dress, which was something to look at. Putting it on, the girl set out for the wedding wearing all the jewelry. Everyone noticed her, admiring the clothes and the jewelry, but no one recognized her.
In a while, as the wedding procession moved along, a green bird came circling over the head of the bride. He sang: "I am the green bird Who graces this gathering!
My stepmother slaughtered me And my father devoured me Only my kind sister (Allah shower mercy on her!) Gathered up my bones And saved them in the urn of stone."
"Look! Look!" they all shouted. "There's a bird, and it's speaking!" They forgot about the wedding procession and turned their attention to the bird.
"Speak, bird!" they clamored, "Speak again! How beautiful are your words!"
"I won't say anything more," he replied, "until that woman over there opens her mouth."
His stepmother opened her mouth, and he dropped a handful of nails and needles into it. She swallowed them, and behold! she died.
"Speak bird!" urged the crowd. "Say morel How beautiful are your words!"
"I won't speak again," he answered, "until that man over there opens his mouth." His father opened his mouth, and the bird dropped a handful of needles and nails into it. He, too, fell dead.
Again the crowd urged the bird. "Speak, bird! How beautiful are your words!"
"I won't say more," he answered, "until that girl over there opens her lap."
His sister opened her lap like this, the bird landed on it, and behold! he turned into a boy again. Her brother had returned as he was before, and they went home and lived together.
This is my tale, I've told it, and in your hands I leave it.
Little Nightingale the Crier
TELLER: Testify that G.o.d is One!
AUDIENCE: There is no G.o.d but G.o.d.
Once upon a time there were three girls. They were spinners and had nothing but their spinning. Every day they used to spin and go down to the market to sell their product and buy food. One day the town crier announced that it was forbidden to put on a light in the city, because the king wanted to test his subjects - to see who was obedient and who was not. That night the king and his vizier went through the city to check whose lights were on and whose were not.
What were the girls to do? They had nothing but their spinning. Every day one of them would spin, and they would sell her yarn and buy food for all of them to eat. What could they do? They wanted to continue with their spinning, but they dared not put on a light. So the eldest one called out, "O my Lord, my beloved! May the king be pa.s.sing this way and hear me, and may he wed me to his baker so I can have my fill of bread!" The middle sister prayed, "And may he wed me to his cook so I can have my fill of food!" Then the youngest made her plea, "O my Lord, my beloved! May the king pa.s.s this way and hear me! And may he wed me to his son, and I give birth to two boys and a girl. I will call one of the boys Aladdin and the other Bahaddin, and the girl Samsizzha. If she smiles while it's raining, the sun will shine; and if she cries while the sun's shining, it will rain."
As chance would have it, the king was pa.s.sing that way, and he heard them.
"Councillor!" ordered the king, "Manage it for me!"
"The owner manages his own property, O Ruler of the Age," replied the vizier. They put a mark on that shack and went home. In the morning the king sent soldiers, who said to the girls, "Come and see the king!" And they came.
"Obedience is yours, Majesty!" they said.
"Come here," said the king. "What's your story?"
"We are three girls, Your Majesty," they replied, "and we have no one to take care of us and nothing to eat. You ordered the lights out, so what could we do? What you heard, we actually said."
"All fight," he said. "Let it be as you wish!"
He married the eldest to his baker, the middle one to the cook, and the youngest to his son. Seeing that she had married the king's son, whereas they were the wives of the baker and the cook, her sisters became jealous and wanted to take revenge on her. When she became pregnant the first time and was ready to deliver, they went to the midwife and bribed her.
"Take this little puppy," they said. "Put it under our sister and give us the baby. We'll be waiting for you outside the door of the house. Wrap the baby and hand him over to us, and put the puppy in his place."
The sister had no sooner given birth than the midwife wrapped up the baby, putting the puppy in his place, and handed him over to them. She then went back inside.
"What did the daughter-in-law of the king's household give birth to?" people asked.
"Yee!" they said, "What did she give birth to? She gave birth to a puppy!"
The king's family, however, brought up the puppy and were proud of it.
Meanwhile, what did the sisters do? Taking the baby, they wrapped him well, put him in a box, and threw it into the river. On the bank of the river was an orchard, in which lived an old man and an old woman. The aged couple went out in the morning and found a box on the water. They picked it up and opened it, and found a baby. Since they had no children, the old man said, "Why don't we bring him up, old lady? He might be useful to us in the future." They adopted him.
Now we go back to the king's daughter-in-law. She became pregnant again, and was ready to deliver. As soon as she was about to give birth, her sisters went to the midwife. "Take this newborn kitten," they said, "and put it under her. And as much money as you want, we'll give you. Just hand the baby over to us."
The same thing happened again. As soon as the sister gave birth, the midwife took the baby, wrapped him in a cloth, and gave him to the sisters, placing the cat by the mother.
"What did the daughter-in-law of the king's household give birth to? What did the daughter-in-law of the king's household give birth to?"
"What did she give birth to?" people whispered. "She gave birth to a cat!"
The two sisters did as before, putting the baby in a box and throwing him into the river. Again the old folks living in the orchard came out and found a box. Picking it up, they opened it and found a boy. They adopted him, and now they had two children.
We go back to the mother. She was pregnant again, and was about to give birth. Her sisters said to the midwife, "Here's money! Take it! Take also this stone, put it next to her, and give us the baby."
When the sister gave birth, the midwife came and took the daughter she had had, wrapped her in a cloth, and gave her to them, leaving the stone in her place. The sisters took her, placed her in a box, and dropped her into the river.
"What did the daughter-in-law of the king's household give birth to? What did she give birth to?" people asked.
"What did she give birth to?" came the answer. "She gave birth to a stone!"
The son of the king, meanwhile, thought to himself, "What's going on? One time she gives birth to a dog, another time to a cat, and this time to a stone." He deserted her. The baby girl was also discovered by the old couple, and they brought her up with her brothers.
The boys became young men, and the girl became a young lady. She turned out to be exactly as her mother had wished. If it was raining and she laughed, the sun shone; and if it was sunny and she cried, it started to rain. One day the old man died, leaving them all his possessions. Whatever he had - the orchard and the hut - he gave it to the children.
"What!" said the young people. "Are we going to stay here in this orchard all alone? Let's go somewhere, build ourselves a place, and live in it."
Where did they go? They went to their father's city, bought a piece of land across from his palace, built a palace just like his, and settled in it. There they were, by themselves! They did not know anyone, but as they went back and forth in the town, their aunts recognized them. They realized these were the children they had thrown into the water. What were they to do? They wanted to get rid of them. They found an old crone who was willing to help, and, taking a tray full of trinkets with her, she went to their palace and started crying her wares. Waiting until the brothers had gone out to hunt, the old woman cried her wares by their palace.
The girl was sitting by her window. Her brothers were not around, and, wanting to buy something from the old crone, she started weeping. As her tears fell down, they landed on the henna powder and made it soggy. Looking up, the old crone said, "Yee! What am I going to call down upon your head? Why did you do that, my dear?"
"O grandmother!" answered the girl, "my brothers aren't here, and I cried. I don't know why."
"Never mind," said the woman.
The girl invited her in, and the old crone came up beside her.
"O, my dearest!" she coaxed. "Here! Take this henna, and whatever else you want - I'll give it to you." Meanwhile, she was looking up and down the palace, inspecting it.
"Yee, by Allah!" she cried out. "Your palace is very beautiful, my dear, and nothing is missing from it except Little Nightingale the Crier."
"Where's Little Nightingale the Crier, grandmother?" asked the girl. "And who's going to bring him?"
"Your brothers will bring him," the old crone replied. "You have two such brothers, Allah bless the Prophet on their behalf! and you ask who's going to bring Little Nightingale!"
The girl sat and wept. Clouds formed, thunder roared, and rain fell. The brothers wondered what might have befallen their sister, and they came home running.
"What's the matter, sister?"
"Nothing's the matter," she replied. "A woman came to see me and said my palace was missing nothing except Little Nightingale the Crier, and I want him."
"And how are we going to get him for you, sister?" they asked.
"I don't know," she answered, "but I want Little Nightingale the Crier to put in our palace."
"Fine," said the eldest brother. "Prepare some provisions for my journey, and I'll go." Removing a ring from his finger, he gave it to his younger brother and said, "Wear this ring, and if it becomes tight on your finger, then I'm in danger and you should follow after me for three days and a third. If the ring doesn't get any tighter, then I'm all right and you shouldn't come for me."
His sister prepared his horse, loading it with provisions, and he departed. He traveled for a while, and in the course of his travels he came' upon a ghoul in the wilderness.
"Peace to you, father!" he said.
"And to you, peace!" responded the ghoul. "If your salaam had not come before you'd spoken, I would've torn your flesh to pieces before tackling your bones. What's your story? Where're you going, young master?"
"I'm on my way to fetch Little Nightingale the Crier," he replied.
"In that case," said the ghoul, "go straight ahead. I have a brother who's older than me by a month but wiser by a lifetime. He'll show you the way."
The young man traveled until he reached the second ghoul.
"Peace to you, father!"
"And to you, peace!" answered the ghoul. "If your salaam had not come before you'd spoken, I would've torn your flesh to pieces before tackling your bones. Where're you going, Aladdin?"
"By Allah," replied the young man, "I'm on my way to fetch Little Nightingale the Crier."