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 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, n.o.bles 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 s.p.a.ce 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 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."
"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 gazelle is like your child; so this gazelle is not one to be done evil to. This is a gazelle in form, but not a gazelle in heart; he is in all things better than a gentleman, be he who he may."
And he answered her, "Silly chatterer, your words are many. I know its price; I bought it for an eighth. What loss will it be to me?"
The gazelle kept silence for a few moments. Then it said, "The elders said, "One that does good like a mother," and I have done him good, and I have got this that the elders said. But go up again to the master, and tell him the gazelle is very ill, and it has not drunk the gruel of red millet."
So the old woman returned, and found the master and the mistress drinking coffee. And when he heard what the gazelle had said, he cried: "Hold your peace, old woman, and stay your feet and close your eyes, and stop your ears with wax; and if the gazelle bids you come to me, say your legs are bent, and you cannot walk; and if it begs you to listen, say your ears are stopped with wax; and if it wishes to talk, reply that your tongue has got a hook in it."
The heart of the old woman wept as she heard such words, because she saw that when the gazelle first came to that town it was ready to sell its life to buy wealth for its master. Then it happened to get both life and wealth, but now it had no honour with its master.
And tears sprung likewise to the eyes of the sultan"s wife, and she said, "I am sorry for you, my husband, that you should deal so wickedly with that gazelle"; but he only answered, "Old woman, pay no heed to the talk of the mistress: tell it to perish out of the way. I cannot sleep, I cannot eat, I cannot drink, for the worry of that gazelle. Shall a creature that I bought for an eighth trouble me from morning till night?
Not so, old woman!"
The old woman went downstairs, and there lay the gazelle, blood flowing from its nostrils. And she took it in her arms and said, "My son, the good you did is lost; there remains only patience."
And it said, "Mother, I shall die, for my soul is full of anger and bitterness. My face is ashamed, that I should have done good to my master, and that he should repay me with evil." It paused for a moment, and then went on, "Mother, of the goods that are in this house, what do I eat? I might have every day half a basinful, and would my master be any the poorer? But did not the elders say, "He that does good like a mother!""
And it said, "Go and tell my master that the gazelle is nearer death than life."
So she went, and spoke as the gazelle had bidden her; but he answered, "I have told you to trouble me no more."
But his wife"s heart was sore, and she said to him: "Ah, master, what has the gazelle done to you? How has he failed you? The things you do to him are not good, and you will draw on yourself the hatred of the people. For this gazelle is loved by all, by small and great, by women and men. Ah, my husband! I thought you had great wisdom, and you have not even a little!"
But he answered, "You are mad, my wife."
The old woman stayed no longer, and went back to the gazelle, followed secretly by the mistress, who called a maidservant and bade her take some milk and rice and cook it for the gazelle.
"Take also this cloth," she said, "to cover it with, and this pillow for its head. And if the gazelle wants more, let it ask me, and not its master. And if it will, I will send it in a litter to my father, and he will nurse it till it is well."
And the maidservant did as her mistress bade her, and said what her mistress had told her to say, but the gazelle made no answer, but turned over on its side and died quietly.
When the news spread abroad, there was much weeping among the people, and Sultan Darai arose in wrath, and cried, "You weep for that gazelle as if you wept for me! And, after all, what is it but a gazelle, that I bought for an eighth?"
But his wife answered, "Master, we looked upon that gazelle as we looked upon you. It was the gazelle who came to ask me of my father, it was the gazelle who brought me from my father, and I was given in charge to the gazelle by my father."
And when the people heard her they lifted up their voices and spoke: