Aladdin and the Magic Lamp
Oh no! The Maghrebi has returned and he found a way to get back the magic lamp!
Will Aladdin be doomed?
ON THE THIRTY-THIRD NIGHT
Sheherazade said:
The Maghrebi said: "I spit on your face, O son of bastards and rags! I piss on your head, O Aladdin the pimp, O dog, son of a dog, O hanged bird, O face of pitch and tar". And he proceeded, for an hour, to spit in the air and on the ground, to trample an imaginary Aladdin under his foot, and to overwhelm him with atrocious oaths and insults of all varieties, until he had calmed down a little. But then he resolved, at all costs, to avenge himself on Aladdin and to make him expiate the felicities which he enjoyed to his detriment by the possession of this magic lamp which had cost him, the magician, so much effort and so much unnecessary pain. And, without a moment's hesitation, he set off for China. And, as rage and the desire for revenge gave him wings, he traveled without stopping, thinking long and hard about the best means to employ to overcome Aladdin; and he soon arrived in the capital of the kingdom of China.
And he went down to a khan, where he rented lodging. And, the day after his arrival, he began to go through the public places and the most frequented places; and everywhere he heard only of the emir Aladdin, of the beauty of the emir Aladdin, of the generosity of the emir Aladdin, and of the magnificence of the emir Aladdin. And he said to himself: "By fire and by light! soon this name will be pronounced only for the sentence of death!" And he thus arrived in front of Aladdin's palace, and cried out, seeing his imposing aspect: "Ah! ah! this is where the son of the tailor Mustapha now lives, the one who did not have a piece of bread to eat at the end of the day! Ah! ah! Aladdin, you will soon see if my destiny will not conquer yours, and if I will not force your mother to spin, as in the past, the wool, so as not to starve, and if I will not dig with my own hands the pit where she will come to mourn you!" Then he approached the great gate of the palace and, after having struck up a conversation with the doorman, he succeeded in finding out from him that Aladdin had been hunting for several days. And he thought: “Here is already the beginning of the fall of Aladdin! I will be able to act here more freely while he is gone! But I must know, first of all, whether Aladdin took the lamp with him on the hunt, or whether he left it at the palace!" And he hastened back to his khan's chamber, where he took his geomantic table and interrogated it. And the horoscope told him that Aladdin had left the lamp at the palace.
Then the North African, drunk with joy, went to the coppersmiths' souk and entered the shop of a merchant of lanterns and copper lamps, and said to him: "O my master, I need a dozen copper lamps. all new and well-polished! And the merchant replied, "I have what you need!" And he arranged before him twelve very shining lamps and asked him for a price which the magician paid him without haggling. And he took them and put them in a basket that he had bought from the basket maker. And he left the souk.
And then he began to walk through the streets, with the basket of lamps on his arm, and shouting: “New lamps! New lamps! I am exchanging new lamps for old ones! Who wants this exchange, come and take the new one!" And he walked in this way towards Aladdin's palace.
Now, as soon as the little street urchins heard this unusual cry and saw the large turban of the Maghrebi, they stopped playing and came running in a troop. And they began to frolic behind the Maghrebi, booing him, and shouting in chorus: “Ho! the fool! hey! the fool!" But he, without paying the slightest attention to their childishness, continued to let out his cry, which overpowered their boos: "New lamps! New lamps! I am exchanging new lamps for old ones! Who wants this exchange, come and take the new one!"
And he arrived in this way, followed by the screaming crowd of little children, on the square that stretched out in front of the palace gate, and began to walk through it from one end to the other and back, repeating his cry louder and louder, without getting tired. And he did so well that the Princess Badrou'l-Boudour, who was at that moment in the room with ninety-nine windows, heard this unusual noise and opened one of the windows and looked at the place. And she saw the frolicking and screaming crowd of little kids and heard the strange cry of the Maghrebi. And she began to laugh. And her female slaves heard the cry and also began to laugh with her. And one of them said to her: “O my mistress, I just noticed today, on a stool, while cleaning the room of my master Aladdin, an old copper lamp! So allow me to go and take it and show it to this old North African, to see if he is really as crazy as his cry makes us believe and if he will agree to exchange it for us against a new lamp." Now, the old lamp that this slave was talking about was precisely Aladdin's magic lamp. And, by a misfortune written by destiny, he had forgotten, before leaving, shutting her up in the mother-of-pearl cupboard where he usually kept it hidden, and had left it on the stool! But can we fight against the judgments of destiny?
However, Princess Badrou'l-Boudour was completely unaware of the existence of this lamp and its marvelous virtues. So she saw no inconvenience in the exchange of which her slave spoke to her, and replied: “Certainly! Take this lamp and give it to the agha of the eunuchs so that he can exchange it for a new lamp, and we can laugh at the expense of this madman!"
Then the slave girl went to Aladdin's room, took the magic lamp from the stool, and handed it to the agha of the eunuchs. And the agha immediately went down to the square, called the Maghrebi, showed him the lamp he was holding, and said to him: “My mistress wishes to exchange this lamp for one of the new ones you have in this basket!"
When the magician saw the lamp, he recognized it at first glance and began to tremble with emotion. And the eunuch said to him, "What is the matter? Maybe you think this lamp is too old to trade it!" But the magician, who had already mastered his agitation, stretched out his hand with the rapidity of a vulture swooping down on a dove, seized the lamp held out to him by the eunuch and made it disappear into his bosom. Then he presented the basket to the eunuch, saying: “Take the one that pleases you best! And the eunuch chose a well-polished, brand-new lamp and hastened to take it to his mistress Badrou'l-Boudour, bursting out laughing and making fun of the Maghrebi's madness...
— At this point in her narration, Scheherazade saw the morning appear and quietly fell silent.
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