The Indiscreet Jewels

Hiaouf Zeles Tanzai had already reigned long in great Chechianea, and this voluptuous prince still continued to be the delight of his subjects. Acajou king of Minutia had undergone the fate predicted by his father: Zulmis was no more: the Count De ⸻ was still living: Splendidus, Angola, Misapouf and some other potentates of the Indies and Asia were carried off by sudden deaths. The people tired of obeying weak sovereigns, had shaken off the yoke of their posterity; and the descendants of those unfortunate monarchs rambled unknown, or not regarded, in the provinces of their empires. The grandson of the illustrious Scheherazad was the only one who maintain’d his throne: and he was obeyed in Indostan by the name of Schach Baam, at the time when Mangogul was born in Congo. Thus it appears, that the death of several sovereigns was the mournful epoch of his birth.

His father Erguebzed did not summon the Fairies round the cradle of his son; because he had observed, that most of the princes of his time, who had been educated by these female intelligences, were no better than fools. He contented himself with ordering his nativity to be calculated by one Codindo, a person fitter for a portrait than an acquaintance.

Codindo, was head of the college of Soothsayers at Banza, the ancient capital of the empire. Erguebzed had settled a large pension on him, and had granted to him and his descendants, on account of the merit of their great uncle, who was an excellent cook, a magnificent castle on the frontiers of Congo.

The Genius Cucufa is an old hypochondriac, who fearing lest the concerns of the world, and dealings with the rest of the genii, might prove an obstacle to his salvation, took refuge in the Void; in order to employ himself quite at leisure on the infinite perfections of the great Pagoda, to pinch, scratch and make notches in his flesh, to fret himself into madness, and starve himself to death. In that place he lies on a straw mat, his body tuck’d up in a sack, his flanks squeez’d with a cord, his arms crossed on his breast, and his head sunk into a hood, which suffers nothing to issue but the end of his beard. He sleeps, but one would think him in contemplation. All his company is an owl which nods at his feet, some rats which gnaw his mat, and bats which hover round his head. The manner of evoking him, is, by repeating, to the sound of a bell, the first verse of the nocturnal office of the Bramins: then he lifts up his hood, rubs his eyes, puts on his sandals, and sets out. Figure to yourself an old Camaldolian Monk carried in the air by two large horn-owls, which he holds by the legs. In this equipage it was, that Cucufa appear’d to the Sultan. “May the blessing of Brama be within these walls,” says he, bowing.

“Amen,” answered the prince.

“What do you want, my son?”

“A very small matter,” says Mangogul; “to procure me some pleasure at the expense of the court ladies.”

Mangogul arrived before her at the great Sultana’s, and found all the ladies very busy at cards. He survey’d all those, whose reputation was established, fully resolved to try his ring on one of them, and his only difficulty was in the choice. While, he was in suspence by whom to begin, he spied a young lady of the household of the Manimonbanda in a window. She was toying with her husband; which appear’d singular to the Sultan, inasmuch as they had been married above eight days. They had made their appearance in the same box at the Opera, in the same coach at the Bois de Boulogne, they had finished their visits; and the fashion of the times exempted them from loving or even meeting each other. “If this Toy,” says Mangogul, “is as silly as its mistress, we shall have a diverting soliloquy.” At this instant the favorite appear’d. “Welcome,” said the Sultan to her in a whisper. “I have cast my lead, waiting for you.”

“And on whom?” ask’d Mirzoza.

“On that couple which you see sporting in that window,” answer’d Mangogul with a wink.

“Well set out,” replied the favorite.

Alcina, for that was the young lady’s name, was sprightly and pretty. The Sultan’s court had few women more amiable, and not one of a gayer disposition. One of the Sultan’s Emirs had filled his head with her. He was not left in ignorance of what the chronicle had published concerning Alcina: the report alarm’d him, but he followed the custom: he consulted his mistress about it. Alcina swore, that it was pure calumny invented by some coxcombs, who would have been silent, if they had had any reason for talking;

Then was heard a hollow voice, which seemed to come out of the ground, and answered by way of Echo: Many things. Ismene, not imagining whence the answer proceeded, flew into a passion, attack’d her neighbours, and increased the diversion of the company. The Sultan, charmed with her mistake, quitted his minister, with whom he was in conference in a corner, went to her, and said: “I am afraid, madam, you have heretofore admitted some one of these ladies into your confidence, and that their Toys are so malicious as to recollect histories, which your own might have forgot.”

At the same time, by moving his ring up and down with dexterity, Mangogul caused a very singular dialogue between the lady and her Toy. Ismene, who had always conducted her little affairs well enough, and had never had a confidante, answer’d the Sultan, that all the art of calumniators would be ineffectual.

“Perhaps,” answer’d the unknown voice.

“How, perhaps,” reply’d Ismene, piqued at this injurious doubt, “what have I to fear from them?”

“Everything, if they knew as much as I.”

“And what do you know?”

“Many things, I tell you.”

“Many things, that says much, but means nothing. Can you tell any particulars?”

“Without doubt.”

“And of what nature? Have I been really in Love?”

“No.”

“Have I had intrigues, adventures?”

“Exactly.”

“And with whom, pray? With Petits-maîtres, military men, senators?”

“No.”

“Comedians?”

“No.”

“You shall see, it was with my pages, my footmen, my confessor, or my husband’s chaplain.”

“No.”