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LEGEND OF PRINCE AHMED AL KAMEL; OR, THE PILGRIM OF LOVE
 THERE was once a Moorish king of Granada, who had but one son, whom he named Ahmed, to which his courtiers added the
surname of the Perfect, from the indubitable signs of super excellence which they perceived in him in his very
infancy. The astrologers countenanced them in their foresight, predicting everything in his favor that could
make a perfect prince and a prosperous sovereign. One cloud only rested upon his destiny, and even that was of
a roseate hue: he would be of an amorous temperament, and run great perils from the tender passion of love.
If, however, he could be kept from its allurements until of mature age, these dangers would be averted, and
his life thereafter be one uninterrupted course of felicity.
To prevent all danger of this kind, the king wisely determined to rear the prince in a seclusion where he
should never see a female face, nor hear even the name of love. For this purpose he built a beautiful palace
on the brow of the hill above the Alhambra, in the midst of delightful gardens, but surrounded by lofty walls,
being, in fact, the same palace known at the present day by the name of the Generalife. In this palace the
youthful prince was shut
 up, and intrusted to the guardianship and instruction of Eben Bonabben, one of the wisest and dryest of
Arabian sages, who had passed the greatest part of his life in Egypt, studying hieroglyphics, and making
researches among the tombs and pyramids, and who saw more charms in an Egyptian mummy than in the most
tempting of living beauties. The sage was ordered to instruct the prince in all kinds of knowledge but
one,—he was to be kept utterly ignorant of love. "Use every precaution for the purpose you may think
proper," said the king, "but remember, O Eben Bonabben, if my son learns aught of that forbidden knowledge
while under your care, your head shall answer for it." A withered smile came over the dry visage of the wise
Bonabben, at the menace. "Let your majesty's heart be as easy about your son, as mine is about my head: am I a
man likely to give lessons in the idle passion?"
Under the vigilant care of the philosopher, the prince grew up in the seclusion of the palace and its gardens.
His mental endowments were the peculiar care of Eben Bonabben, who sought to initiate him into the abstruse
lore of Egypt; but in this the prince made little progress, and it was soon evident that he had no turn for
He was, however, amazingly ductile for a youthful prince, ready to follow any advice, and always guided by the
last counsellor. He suppressed his yawns, and listened patiently to the long and learned discourses of Eben
Bonabben, from which he imbibed a smattering of various kinds of knowledge, and thus happily attained his
twentieth year, a miracle of princely wisdom—but totally ignorant of love.
About this time, however, a change came over the
con-  duct of the prince. He completely abandoned his studies, and took to strolling about the gardens, and musing
by the side of the fountains. He had been taught a little music among his various accomplishments; it now
engrossed a great part of his time, and a turn for poetry became apparent. The sage Eben Bonabben took the
alarm, and endeavored to work these idle humors out of him by a severe course of algebra; but the prince
turned from it with distaste. "I cannot endure algebra," said he; "it is an abomination to me. I want
something that speaks more to the heart."
The sage Eben Bonabben shook his dry head at the words. "Here is an end to philosophy," thought he. "The
prince has discovered he has a heart!" He now kept anxious watch upon his pupil, and saw that the latent
tenderness of his nature was in activity, and only wanted an object. He wandered about the gardens of the
Generalife in an intoxication of feelings of which he knew not the cause. Sometimes he would sit plunged in a
delicious reverie; then he would seize his lute and draw from it the most touching notes, and then throw it
aside, and break forth into sighs and ejaculations.
By degrees this loving disposition began to extend to inanimate objects; he had his favorite flowers, which he
cherished with tender assiduity; then he became attached to various trees, and there was one in particular, of
a graceful form and drooping foliage, on which he lavished his devotion, carving his name on its bark, hanging
garlands on its branches, and singing couplets in its praise, to the accompaniment of his lute.
Eben Bonabben was alarmed at this excited state of his pupil. He saw him on the very brink of forbidden
knowl-  edge—the least hint might reveal to him the fatal secret. Trembling for the safety of the prince and the
security of his own head, he hastened to draw him from the seductions of the garden, and shut him up in the
highest tower of the Generalife. It contained beautiful apartments, and commanded an almost boundless
prospect, but was elevated far above that atmosphere of sweets and those witching bowers so dangerous to the
feelings of the too susceptible Ahmed.
What was to be done, however, to reconcile him to this restraint and to beguile the tedious hours? He had
exhausted almost all kinds of agreeable knowledge; and algebra was not to be mentioned. Fortunately Eben
Bonabben had been instructed, when in Egypt, in the language of birds by a Jewish Rabbi, who had received it
in lineal transmission from Solomon the Wise, who had been taught it by the queen of Sheba. At the very
mention of such a study, the eyes of the prince sparkled with animation, and he applied himself to it with
such avidity, that he soon became as great an adept as his master.
The Tower of the Generalife was no longer a solitude; he had companions at hand with whom he could converse.
The first acquaintance he formed was with a hawk, who built his nest in a crevice of the lofty battlements,
whence he soared far and wide in quest of prey. The prince, however, found little to like or esteem in him. He
was a mere pirate of the air, swaggering and boastful, whose talk was all about rapine and carnage, and
His next acquaintance was an owl, a mighty wise-looking bird, with a huge head and staring eyes, who sat
blinking and goggling all day in a hole in the wall, but
 roamed forth at night. He had great pretensions to wisdom, talked of astrology and the moon, and the prince
found his prosings even more ponderous than those of the sage Eben Bonabben.
Then there was a bat, that hung all day by his heels in the dark corner of a vault, but sallied out in
slipshod style at twilight. He, however, had but twilight ideas on all subjects, derided things of which he
had taken but an imperfect view, and seemed to take delight in nothing.
Besides these there was a swallow, with whom the prince was at first much taken. He was a smart talker, but
restless, bustling, and forever on the wing; seldom remaining long enough for any continued conversation. He
turned out in the end to be a mere smatterer, who did but skim over the surface of things, pretending to know
everything, but knowing nothing thoroughly:
These were the only feathered associates with whom the prince had any opportunity of exercising his newly
acquired language: the tower was too high for any other birds to frequent it. He soon grew weary of his new
acquaintances, whose conversation spoke so little to the head and nothing to the heart, and gradually relapsed
into his loneliness. A winter passed away, spring opened with all its bloom and verdure and breathing
sweetness, and the happy time arrived for birds to pair and build their nests. Suddenly, as it were, a
universal burst of song and melody broke forth from the groves and gardens of the Generalife, and reached the
prince in the solitude of his tower. From every side he heard the same universal
theme—love—love—love—chanted forth, and responded to in every variety of note and
tone. The prince listened in silence and perplexity. "What can be this love,"
 thought he, "of which the world seems so full, and of which I know nothing?" He applied for information to his
friend the hawk. The ruffian bird answered in a tone of scorn: "You must apply," said he, "to the vulgar
peaceable birds of earth, who are made for the prey of us princes of the air. My trade is war, and fighting my
delight. I am a warrior, and know nothing of this thing called love."
The prince turned from him with disgust, and sought the owl in his retreat. "This is a bird," said he, "of
peaceful habits, and may be able to solve my question." So he asked the owl to tell him what was this love
about which all the birds in the groves below were singing.
Upon this the owl put on a look of offended dignity. "My nights," said he, "are taken up in study and
research, and my days in ruminating in my cell upon all that I have learnt. As to these singing birds of whom
you talk, I never listen to them—I despise them and their themes. Allah be praised, I cannot sing; I am
a philosopher, and know nothing of this thing called love."
The prince now repaired to the vault, where his friend the bat was hanging by the heels, and propounded the
same question. The bat wrinkled up his nose into a most snappish expression. "Why do you disturb me in my
morning's nap with such an idle question?" said he, peevishly. "I only fly by twilight, when all birds are
asleep, and never trouble myself with their concerns. I am neither bird nor beast, and I thank heaven for it.
I have found out the villany of the whole of them, and hate them one and all. I know nothing of this thing
As a last resort, the prince now sought the swallow, and stopped him just as he was circling about the summit
 the tower. The swallow, as usual, was in a prodigious hurry, and had scarce time to make a reply. "Upon my
word," said he, I have so much public business to attend to, and so many pursuits to follow, that I have had
no time to think on the subject. I have every day a thousand visits to pay; a thousand affairs of importance
to examine into, that leave me not a moment of leisure for these little sing-song matters. In a word, I am a
citizen of the world—I know nothing of this thing called love." So saying, the swallow dived into the
valley, and was out of sight in a moment.
The prince remained disappointed and perplexed, but with his curiosity still more piqued by the difficulty of
gratifying it. While in this mood, his ancient guardian entered the tower. The prince advanced eagerly to meet
him. "O Eben Bonabben," cried he, "thou hast revealed to me much of the wisdom of the earth; but there is one
thing of which I remain in utter ignorance, and would fain be informed."
"My prince has but to make the inquiry, and everything within the limited range of his servant's intellect is
at his command."
"Tell me then, O most profound of sages, what is the nature of this thing called love?"
Eben Bonabben was struck as with a thunderbolt. He trembled and turned pale, and felt as if his head sat but
loosely on his shoulders.
"What could suggest such a question to my prince,—where could he have learned so idle a word?"
The prince led him to the window of the tower. "Listen, Eben Bonabben," said he. The sage listened. The
nightingale sat in a thicket below the tower, singing to the
 rose; from every blossomed spray and tufted grove rose a strain of melody; and
love—love—love—was still the unvarying strain.
"Allah is great!" exclaimed the wise Bonabben. "Who shall pretend to keep this secret from the heart of man,
when even the birds of the air conspire to betray it?"
Then turning to Ahmed "O my prince," cried he, "shut thine ears to these seductive strains. Close thy mind
against this dangerous knowledge. Know that this love is the cause of half the ills of wretched mortality. It
is this which produces bitterness and strife between brethren and friends; which causes treacherous murder and
desolating war. Care and sorrow, weary days and sleepless nights, are its attendants. It withers the bloom and
blights the joy of youth, and brings on the ills and griefs of premature old age. Allah preserve thee, my
prince, in total ignorance of this thing called love!"
The sage Eben Bonabben hastily retired, leaving the prince plunged in still deeper perplexity. It was in vain
he attempted to dismiss the subject from his mind; it still continued uppermost in his thoughts, and teased
and exhausted him with vain conjectures. Surely, said he to himself, as he listened to the tuneful strains of
the birds, there is no sorrow in those notes; everything seems tenderness and joy. If love be a cause of such
wretchedness and strife, why are not these birds drooping in solitude, or tearing each other in pieces,
instead of fluttering cheerfully about the groves, or sporting with each other among the flowers?
He lay one morning on his couch, meditating on this inexplicable matter. The window of his chamber was open to
admit the soft morning breeze, which came laden
 with the perfume of orange-blossoms from the valley of the Darro. The voice of the nightingale was faintly
heard, still chanting the wonted theme. As the prince was listening and sighing, there was a sudden rushing
noise in the air; a beautiful dove, pursued by a hawk, darted in at the window, and fell panting on the floor,
while the pursuer, balked of his prey, soared off to the mountains.
The prince took up the gasping bird, smoothed its feathers, and nestled it in his bosom. When he had soothed
it by his caresses, he put it in a golden cage, and offered it, with his own hands, the whitest and finest of
wheat and the purest of water. The bird, however, refused food, and sat drooping and pining, and uttering
"What aileth thee?" said Ahmed. "Hast thou not everything thy heart can wish?"
"Alas, no!" replied the dove; "am I not separated from the partner of my heart, and that too in the happy
spring-time, the very season of love!"
"Of love!" echoed Ahmed. "I pray thee, my pretty bird, canst thou then tell me what is love?"
"Too well can I, my prince. It is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three. It
is a charm which draws two beings together, and unites them by delicious sympathies, making it happiness to be
with each other, but misery to be apart. Is there no being to whom you are drawn by these ties of tender
"I like my old teacher Eben Bonabben better than any other being; but he is often tedious, and I occasionally
feel myself happier without his society."
"That is not the sympathy I mean. I speak of love,
 the great mystery and principle of life: the intoxicating revel of youth; the sober delight of age. Look
forth, my prince, and behold how at this blest season all nature is full of love. The most insignificant bird
sings to its mate; the very beetle woos its lady-beetle, and yon butterflies which you see fluttering high
above the tower and toying in the air, are happy in each other's loves. Alas, my prince! hast thou spent so
many of the precious days of youth without knowing anything of love? Is there no gentle being of another
sex—no beautiful princess nor lovely damsel who has ensnared your heart, and filled your bosom with a
soft tumult of pleasing pains and tender wishes?"
"I begin to understand," said the prince, sighing; "but where should I seek for an object such as you describe
in this dismal solitude?"
A little further conversation ensued, and the first lesson of the prince was complete.
"Alas!" said he, "if love be indeed such a delight, and its interruption such a misery, Allah forbid that I
should mar the joy of any of its votaries." He opened the cage, took out the dove, and having fondly kissed
it, carried it to the window. "Go, happy bird," said he, "rejoice with the partner of thy heart in the days of
youth and spring-time. Why should I make thee a fellow-prisoner in this dreary tower where love can never
The dove flapped its wings in rapture, gave one vault into the air, and then swooped downward on whistling
wings to the blooming bowers of the Darro.
The prince followed him with his eyes, and then gave way to bitter repining. The singing of the birds, which
 once delighted him, now added to his bitterness. Love! love! love! Alas, poor youth! he now understood the
His eyes flashed fire when next he beheld the sage Bonabben. "Why hast thou kept me in this abject ignorance?"
cried he. Why has the great mystery and principle of life been withheld from me, in which I find the meanest
insect is so learned? Behold all nature is in a revel of delight. Every created being rejoices with its mate.
This—this is the love about which I have sought instruction. Why am I alone debarred its enjoyment? Why
has so much of my youth been wasted without a knowledge of it?"
The sage Bonabben saw that all further reserve was useless; for the prince had acquired the dangerous and
forbidden knowledge. He revealed to him, therefore, the predictions of the astrologers and the precautions
that had been taken in his education to avert the threatened evils. "And now, my prince," added he, "my life
is in your hands. Let the king your father discover that you have learned the passion of love while under my
guardianship, and my head must answer for it."
The prince was as reasonable as most young men of his age, and easily listened to the remonstrances of his
tutor, since nothing pleaded against them. Besides, he really was attached to Eben Bonabben, and being as yet
but theoretically acquainted with the passion of love, he consented to confine the knowledge of it to his own
bosom, rather than endanger the head of the philosopher.
His discretion was doomed, however, to be put to still further proofs. A few mornings afterwards, as he was
ruminating on the battlements of the tower, the dove
 which had been released by him came hovering in the air, and alighted fearlessly upon his shoulder.
The prince fondled it to his heart. "Happy bird," said he, "who can fly, as it were, with the wings of the
morning to the uttermost parts of the earth. Where hast thou been since we parted?"
"In a far country, my prince, whence I bring you tidings in reward for my liberty. In the wild compass of my
flight, which extends over plain and mountain, as I was soaring in the air, I beheld below me a delightful
garden with all kinds of fruits and flowers. It was in a green meadow, on the banks of a wandering stream: and
in the centre of the garden was a stately palace. I alighted in one of the bowers to repose after my weary
flight. On the green bank below me was a youthful princess, in the very sweetness and bloom of her years. She
was surrounded by female attendants, young like herself, who decked her with garlands and coronets of flowers;
but no flower of field or garden could compare with her for loveliness. Here, however, she bloomed in secret,
for the garden was surrounded by high walls, and no mortal man was permitted to enter. When I beheld this
beauteous maid, thus young and innocent and unspotted by the world, I thought, here is the being formed by
heaven to inspire my prince with love."
The description was a spark of fire to the combustible heart of Ahmed, and he conceived an immeasurable
passion for the princess. He wrote a letter, couched in the most impassioned language, breathing his fervent
devotion, but bewailing the unhappy thraldom of his person, which prevented him from seeking her out and
throwing himself at her feet. He added couplets of the most tender and
 moving eloquence, for he was a poet by nature, and inspired by love. He addressed his letter—"To the
Unknown Beauty, from the captive Prince Ahmed"; then perfuming it with musk and roses, he gave it to the dove.
"Away, trustiest of messengers!" said he. "Fly over mountain, and valley, and river, and plain; rest not in
bower, nor set foot on earth, until thou hast given this letter to the mistress of my heart."
The dove soared high in air, and taking his course darted away in one undeviating direction. The prince
followed him with his eye until he was a mere speck on a cloud, and gradually disappeared behind a mountain.
Day after day he watched for the return of the messenger of love, but he watched in vain. He began to accuse
him of forgetfulness, when towards sunset one evening the faithful bird fluttered into his apartment, and,
falling at his feet, expired. The arrow of some wanton archer had pierced his breast, yet he had struggled
with the lingerings of life to execute his mission. As the prince bent with grief over this gentle martyr to
fidelity, he beheld a chain of pearls round his neck, attached to which, beneath his wing, was a small
enameled picture. It represented a lovely princess in the very flower of her years. It was doubtless the
unknown beauty of the garden; but who and where was she?—how had she received his letter? and was this
picture sent as a token of her approval of his love? Unfortunately the death of the faithful dove left
everything in mystery and doubt.
The prince gazed on the picture till his eyes swam with tears. He pressed it to his lips and to his heart; he
sat for hours contemplating it almost in an agony of
tender-  ness. "Beautiful image!" said he, "alas, thou art but an image! Yet thy dewy eyes beam tenderly upon me; those
rosy lips look as though they would speak encouragement: vain fancies! Have they not looked the same on some
more happy rival? But where in this wide world shall I hope to find the original? Who knows what mountains,
what realms, may separate us; what adverse chances may intervene? Perhaps now, even now, lovers may be
crowding around her, while I sit here a prisoner in a tower, wasting my time in adoration of a painted
The resolution of Prince Ahmed was taken. "I will fly from this palace," said he, "which has become an odious
prison; and, a pilgrim of love, will seek this unknown princess throughout the world." To escape from the
tower in the day, when every one was awake, might be a difficult matter; but at night the palace was slightly
guarded; for no one apprehended any attempt of the kind from the prince, who had always been so passive in his
captivity. How was he to guide himself, however, in his darkling flight, being ignorant of the country? He
bethought him of the owl, who was accustomed to roam at night, and must know every by-lane and secret pass.
Seeking him in his hermitage, he questioned him touching his knowledge of the land. Upon this the owl put on a
mighty self-important look. "You must know, O prince," said he, "that we owls are of a very ancient and
extensive family, though rather fallen to decay, and possess ruinous castles and palaces in all parts of
Spain. There is scarcely a tower of the mountains, or a fortress of the plains, or an old citadel of a city,
but has some brother, or uncle, or cousin quartered in it; and in going the rounds to visit this my numerous
kindred, I have pried into every nook
 and corner, and made myself acquainted with every secret of the land."
The prince was overjoyed to find the owl so deeply versed in topography, and now informed him, in confidence,
of his tender passion and his intended elopement, urging him to be his companion and counsellor.
"Go to!" said the owl, with a look of displeasure; "am I a bird to engage in a love-affair?—I, whose
whole time is devoted to meditation and the moon?"
"Be not offended, most solemn owl," replied the prince; "abstract thyself for a time from meditation and the
moon, and aid me in my flight, and thou shalt have whatever heart can wish."
"I have that already," said the owl: "a few mice are sufficient for my frugal table, and this hole in the wall
is spacious enough for my studies; and what more does a philosopher like myself desire?"
Bethink thee, most wise owl, that while moping in thy cell and gazing at the moon, all thy talents are lost to
the world. I shall one day be a sovereign prince, and may advance thee to some post of honor and dignity."
The owl, though a philosopher and above the ordinary wants of life, was not above ambition, so he was finally
prevailed on to elope with the prince, and be his guide and mentor in his pilgrimage.
The plans of a lover are promptly executed. The prince collected all his jewels, and concealed them about his
person as travelling funds. That very night he lowered himself by his scarf from a balcony of the tower,
clamored over the outer walls of the Generalife, and,
 guided by the owl, made good his escape before morning to the mountains.
He now held a council with his mentor as to his future course.
"Might I advise," said the owl, "I would recommend you to repair to Seville. You must know that many years
since I was on a visit to an uncle, an owl of great dignity and power, who lived in a ruined wing of the
castle of that place. In my hoverings at night over the city I frequently remarked a light burning in a lonely
tower. At length I alighted on the battlements, and found it to proceed from the lamp of an Arabian magician:
he was surrounded by his magic books, and on his shoulder was perched an ancient raven who had come with him
from Egypt. I am acquainted with that raven, and owe to him a great part of the knowledge I possess. The
magician is since dead, but the raven still inhabits the tower, for these birds are of wonderful long life. I
would advise you, O prince, to seek that raven, for he is a soothsayer and a conjurer, and deals in the black
art, for which all ravens, and especially those of Egypt, are renowned.
The prince was struck with the wisdom of this advice, and accordingly bent his course towards Seville. He
travelled only in the night to accommodate his companion, and lay by during the day in some dark cavern or
mouldering watch-tower, for the owl knew every hiding-hole of the kind, and had a most antiquarian taste for
 At length one morning at daybreak they reached the city of Seville, where the owl, who hated the glare and
bustle of crowded streets, halted without the gate, and took up his quarters in a hollow tree.
The prince entered the gate, and readily found the magic tower, which rose above the houses of the city, as a
palm-tree rises above the shrubs of the desert; it was in fact the same tower standing at the present day, and
known as the Giralda, the famous Moorish tower of Seville.
The prince ascended by a great winding staircase to the summit of the tower, where he found the cabalistic
raven,—an old, mysterious, gray-headed bird, ragged in feather, with a film over one eye that gave him
the glare of a specter. He was perched on one leg, with his head turned on one side, poring with his remaining
eye on a diagram described on the pavement.
The prince approached him with the awe and reverence naturally inspired by his venerable appearance and
super-natural wisdom. "Pardon me, most ancient and darkly wise raven," exclaimed he, "if for a moment I
interrupt those studies which are the wonder of the world. You behold before you a votary of love, who would
fain seek your counsel how to obtain the object of his passion."
"In other words," said the raven, with a significant look, you seek to try my skill in palmistry. Come, show
me your hand, and let me decipher the mysterious lines of fortune."
"Excuse me," said the prince, "I come not to pry into
 the decrees of fate, which are hidden by Allah from the eyes of mortals; I am a pilgrim of love, and seek but
to find a clue to the object of my pilgrimage. I seek one unknown beauty, the original of this picture; and I
beseech thee, most potent raven, if it be within the scope of thy knowledge or the reach of thy art, inform me
where she may be found?"
"What know I," replied the gray-headed raven, dryly, "of youth and beauty? my visits are to the old and
withered, not the fresh and fair; the harbinger of fate am I; who croak bodings of death from the chimney-top,
and flap my wings at the sick man's window. You must seek else-where for tidings of your unknown beauty."
"And where can I seek if not among the sons of wisdom, versed in the book of destiny? Know that I am a royal
prince, fated by the stars, and sent on a mysterious enterprise on which may hang the destiny of empires."
When the raven heard that it was a matter of vast moment, in which the stars took interest, he changed his
tone and manner, and listened with profound attention to the story of the prince. When it was concluded, he
replied, "Touching this princess, I can give thee no information of myself, for my flight is not among
gardens, or around ladies' bowers; but hie thee to Cordova, seek the palm-tree of the great Abderahman, which
stands in the court of the principal mosque: at the foot of it thou wilt find a great traveller who has
visited all countries and courts, and been a favorite with queens and princesses. He will give thee tidings of
the object of thy search."
"Many thanks for this precious information," said the prince. "Farewell, most venerable conjurer."
 "Farewell, pilgrim of love," said the raven, dryly, and again fell to pondering, on the diagram.
The prince sallied forth from Seville, sought his fellow-traveller the owl, who was still dozing in the hollow
tree, and set off for Cordova.
He approached it along hanging gardens, and orange and citron groves, overlooking the fair valley of the
Guadalquivir. When arrived at its gates the owl flew up to a dark hole in the wall, and the prince proceeded
in quest of the palm-tree planted in days of yore by the great Abderahman. It stood in the midst of the great
court of the mosque, towering from amidst orange and cypress trees. Dervises and faquirs were seated in groups
under the cloisters of the court, and many of the faithful were performing their ablutions at the fountains
before entering the mosque.
At the foot of the palm-tree was a crowd listening to the words of one who appeared to be talking with great
volubility. "This," said the prince to himself, "must be the great traveller who is to give me tidings of the
unknown princess." He mingled in the crowd, but was astonished to perceive that they were all listening to a
parrot, who with his bright-green coat, and consequential top-knot, had the air of a bird on excellent terms
"How is this," said the prince to one of the by-standers, "that so many grave persons can be delighted with a
"You know not whom you speak of," said the other; "this parrot is a descendant of the famous parrot of Persia,
renowned for his story-telling talent. He has all the learning of the East at the tip of his tongue, and can
 quote poetry as fast as he can talk. He has visited various foreign courts, where he has been considered an
oracle of erudition. He has been a universal favorite also with the fair sex, who have a vast admiration for
erudite parrots that can quote poetry."
"Enough," said the prince, "I will have some private talk with this distinguished traveller."
He sought a private interview, and expounded the nature of his errand. He had scarcely mentioned it when the
parrot burst into a fit of dry laughter, that absolutely brought tears into his eyes. "Excuse my merriment,"
said he "but the mere mention of love always sets me laughing."
The prince was shocked at this ill-timed mirth. "Is not love," said he, "the great mystery of nature, the
secret principle of life, the universal bond of sympathy?"
"A fig's end!" cried the parrot, interrupting him; "prithee where hast thou learned this sentimental jargon?
trust me, love is quite out of vogue; one never hears of it in company of wits and people of refinement."
The prince sighed as he recalled the different language of his friend the dove. But this parrot, thought he,
has lived about the court, he affects the wit and the fine gentleman, he knows nothing of the thing called
love. Unwilling to provoke any more ridicule of the sentiment which filled his heart, he now directed his
inquiries to the immediate purport of his visit.
"Tell me," said he, "most accomplished parrot, thou who hast everywhere been admitted to the most secret
bowers of beauty, hast thou in the course of thy travels met with the original of this portrait?"
 The parrot took the picture in his claw, turned his head from side to side, and examined it curiously with
either eye. "Upon my honor," said he, "a very pretty face, very pretty; but then one sees so many pretty women
in one's travels that one can hardly—but hold—bless me! now I look at it again—sure enough,
this is the Princess Aldegonda: how could I forget one that is so prodigious a favorite with me!"
"The Princess Aldegonda!" echoed the prince; "and where is she to be found?"
"Softly, softly," said the parrot; "easier to be found than gained. She is the only daughter of the Christian
king who reigns at Toledo, and is shut up from the world until her seventeenth birthday, on account of some
prediction of those meddlesome fellows the astrologers. You'll not get a sight of her; no mortal man can see
her. I was admitted to her presence to entertain her, and I assure you, on the word of a parrot who has seen
the world, I have conversed with much sillier princesses in my time."
"A word in confidence, my dear parrot," said the prince. "I am heir to a kingdom, and shall one day sit upon a
throne. I see that you are a bird of parts, and understand the world. Help me to gain possession of this
princess, and I will advance you to some distinguished place about court."
"With all my heart," said the parrot; "but let it be a sinecure if possible, for we wits have a great dislike
Arrangements were promptly made: the prince sallied
 forth from Cordova through the same gate by which he had entered; called the owl down from the hole in the
wall, introduced him to his new travelling companion as a brother savant, and away they set off on their
They travelled much more slowly than accorded with the impatience of the prince; but the parrot was accustomed
to high life, and did not like to be disturbed early in the morning. The owl, on the other hand, was for
sleeping at mid-day, and lost a great deal of time by his long siestas. His antiquarian taste also was in the
way; for he insisted on pausing and inspecting every ruin, and had long legendary tales to tell about every
old tower and castle in the country. The prince had supposed that he and the parrot, being both birds of
learning, would delight in each other's society, but never had he been more mistaken. They were eternally
bickering. The one was a wit, the other a philosopher. The parrot quoted poetry, was critical on new readings
and eloquent on small points of erudition; the owl treated all such knowledge as trifling, and
relished-nothing but metaphysics. Then the parrot would sing songs and repeat bon-mots and crack
jokes upon his solemn neighbor, and laugh outrageously at his own wit; all which proceedings the owl
considered as a grievous invasion of his dignity, and would scowl and sulk and swell, and be silent for a
whole day together.
The prince heeded not the wranglings of his companions, being wrapped up in the dreams of his own fancy
 and the contemplation of the portrait of the beautiful princess. In this way they journeyed through the stern
passes of the Sierra Morena, across the sunburnt plains of La Mancha and Castile, and along the banks of the
"Golden Tagus," which winds its wizard mazes over one half of Spain and Portugal. At length they came in sight
of a strong city with walls and towers built on a rocky promontory, round the foot of which the Tagus circled
with brawling violence.
"Behold," exclaimed the owl, "the ancient and renowned city of Toledo; a city famous for its antiquities.
Behold those venerable domes and towers, hoary with time and clothed with legendary grandeur, in which so many
of my ancestors have meditated."
"Pish!" cried the parrot, interrupting his solemn antiquarian rapture, "what have we to do with antiquities,
and legends, and your ancestry? Behold what is more to the purpose—behold the abode of youth and
beauty—behold at length, O prince, the abode of your long-sought princess."
The prince looked in the direction indicated by the parrot, and beheld, in a delightful green meadow on the
banks of the Tagus, a stately palace rising from amidst the bowers of a delicious garden. It was just such a
place as had been described by the dove as the residence of the original of the picture. He gazed at it with a
throbbing heart; "perhaps at this moment," thought he, "the beautiful princess is sporting beneath those shady
bowers, or pacing with delicate step those stately terraces, or reposing beneath those lofty roofs!" As he
looked more narrowly, he perceived that the walls of the garden were of great height, so as to defy access,
while numbers of armed guards patrolled around them.
 The prince turned to the parrot. "O most accomplished of birds," said he, "thou hast the gift of human speech.
Hie thee to yon garden; seek the idol of my soul, and tell her that Prince Ahmed, a pilgrim of love, and
guided by the stars, has arrived in quest of her on the flowery banks of the Tagus."
The parrot, proud of his embassy, flew away to the garden, mounted above its lofty walls, and after soaring
for a time over the lawns and groves, alighted on the balcony of a pavilion that overhung the river. Here,
looking in at the casement, he beheld the princess reclining on a couch, with her eyes fixed on a paper, while
tears gently stole after each other down her pallid cheek.
Pluming his wings for a moment, adjusting his bright green coat, and elevating his top-knot, the parrot
perched himself beside her with a gallant air; then assuming a tenderness of tone, "Dry thy tears, most
beautiful of princesses," said he; "I come to bring solace to thy heart."
The princess was startled on hearing a voice, but turning and seeing nothing but a little green-coated bird
bobbing and bowing before her, "Alas! what solace canst thou yield," said she, "seeing thou art but a parrot?"
The parrot was nettled at the question. "I have consoled many beautiful ladies in my time," said he; "but let
that pass. At present I come ambassador from a royal prince. Know that Ahmed, the prince of Granada, has
arrived in quest of thee, and is encamped even now on the flowery banks of the Tagus."
 The eyes of the beautiful princess sparkled at these words even brighter than the diamonds in her coronet. "O
sweetest of parrots," cried she, "joyful indeed are thy tidings, for I was faint and weary, and sick almost
unto death with doubt of the constancy of Ahmed. Hie thee back, and tell him that the words of his letter are
engravers in my heart, and his poetry has been the food of my soul. Tell him, however, that he must prepare to
prove his love by force of arms; to-morrow is my seventeenth birthday, when the king my father holds a great
tournament; several princes are to enter the lists, and my hand is to be the prize of the victor."
The parrot again took wing, and rustling through the groves, flew back to where the prince awaited his return.
The rapture of Ahmed on finding the original of his adored portrait, and finding her kind and true, can only
be conceived by those favored mortals who have had the good fortune to realize day-dreams and turn a shadow
into substance: still there was one thing that alloyed his transport this impending tournament. In fact, the
banks of the Tagus were already glittering with arms, and resounding with trumpets of the various knights,
who, with proud retinues, were prancing on towards Toledo to attend the ceremonial. The same star that had
controlled the destiny of the prince had governed that of the princess, and until her seventeenth birthday she
had been shut up from the world, to guard her from the tender passion. The fame of her charms, however, had
been enhanced rather than
 obscured by this seclusion. Several powerful princes had contended for her hand; and her father, who was a
king of wondrous shrewdness, to avoid making enemies by showing partiality, had referred them to the
arbitrament of arms. Among the rival candidates were several renowned for strength and prowess. What a
predicament for the unfortunate Ahmed, unprovided as he was with weapons, and unskilled in the exercise of
chivalry! "Luckless prince that I am!" said he, "to have been brought up in seclusion under the eye of a
philosopher! Of what avail are algebra and philosophy in affairs of love? Alas, Eben Bonabben! why hast thou
neglected to instruct me in the management of arms?" Upon this the owl broke silence, preluding his harangue
with a pious ejaculation, for he was a devout Mussulman.
"Allah is great!" exclaimed he; "in his hands are all secret things—he alone governs the destiny of
princes! Know, O prince, that this land is full of mysteries, hidden from all but those who, like myself, can
grope after knowledge in the dark. Know that in the neighboring mountains there is a cave, and in that cave
there is an iron table, and on that table there lies a suit of magic armor, and beside that table there stands
a spell-bound steed, which have been shut up there for many generations."
The prince stared with wonder, while the owl, blinking his huge round eyes, and erecting his horns, proceeded.
"Many years since I accompanied my father to these parts on a tour of his estates, and we sojourned in that
cave; and thus became I acquainted with the mystery. It is a tradition in our family which I have heard from
 my grandfather, when I was yet but a very little owlet, that this armor belonged to a Moorish magician, who
took refuge in this cavern when Toledo was captured by the Christians, and died here, leaving his steed and
weapons under a mystic spell, never to be used but by a Moslem, and by him only from sunrise to mid-day. In
that interval, whoever uses them will overthrow every opponent."
"Enough: let us seek this cave!" exclaimed Ahmed.
Guided by his legendary mentor, the prince found the cavern, which was in one of the wildest recesses of those
rocky cliffs which rise around Toledo; none but the mousing eye of an owl or an antiquary could have
discovered the entrance to it. A sepulchral lamp of everlasting oil shed a solemn light through the place. On
an iron table in the centre of the cavern lay the magic armor, against it leaned the lance, and beside it
stood an Arabian steed, caparisoned for the field, but motionless as a statue. The armor was bright and
unsullied as it had gleamed in days of old; the steed in as good condition as if just from the pasture; and
when Ahmed laid his hand upon his neck, he pawed the ground and gave a loud neigh of joy that shook the walls
of the cavern. Thus amply provided with "horse and rider and weapon to wear," the prince determined to defy
the field in the impending tourney.
The eventful morning arrived. The lists for the combat were prepared in the Vega, or plain, just below the
cliff-built walls of Toledo, where stages and galleries were erected for the spectators, covered with rich
tapestry, and sheltered from the sun by silken awnings. All the beauties of the land were assembled in those
galleries, while below pranced plumed knights with their pages and esquires,
 among whom figured conspicuously the princes who were to contend in the tourney. All the beauties of the land,
however, were eclipsed when the Princess Aldegonda appeared in the royal pavilion, and for the first time
broke forth upon the gaze of an admiring world. A murmur of wonder ran through the crowd at her transcendent
loveliness; and the princes who were candidates for her hand, merely on the faith of her reported charms, now
felt ten-fold ardor for the conflict.
The princess, however, had a troubled look. The color came and went from her cheek, and her eye wandered with
a restless and unsatisfied expression over the plumed throng of knights. The trumpets were about sounding for
the encounter, when the herald announced the arrival of a strange knight; and Ahmed rode into the field. A
steel helmet studded with gems rose above his turban; his cuirass was embossed with gold; his cimeter and
dagger were of the workmanship of Fez, and flamed with precious stones. A round shield was at his shoulder,
and in his hand he bore the lance of charmed virtue. The caparison of his Arabian steed was richly embroidered
and swept the ground, and the proud animal pranced and snuffed the air, and neighed with joy at once more
beholding the array of arms. The lofty and graceful demeanor of the prince struck every eye, and when his
appellation was announced, "The Pilgrim of Love," a universal flutter and agitation prevailed among the fair
dames in the galleries.
When Ahmed presented himself at the lists, however, they were closed against him: none but princes, he was
told, were admitted to the contest. He declared his name and rank. Still worse!—he was a Moslem, and
 engage in a tourney where the hand of a Christian princess was a prize.
The rival princes surrounded him with haughty and menacing aspects; and one of insolent demeanor and herculean
frame sneered at his light and youthful form, and scoffed at his amorous appellation. The ire of the prince
was roused. He defied his rival to the encounter. They took distance, wheeled, and charged; and at the first
touch, of the magic lance, the brawny scoffer was tilted from his saddle. Here the prince would have paused,
but, alas! he had to deal with a demoniac horse and armor; once in action, nothing could control them. The
Arabian steed charged into the thickest of the throng; the lance overturned everything that presented; the
gentle prince was carried pell-mell about the field, strewing it with high and low, gentle and simple, and
grieving at his own involuntary exploits. The king stormed and raged at this outrage on his subjects and his
guests. He ordered out all his guards—they were unhorsed as fast as they came up. The king threw off his
robes, grasped buckler and lance, and rode forth to awe the stranger with the presence of majesty itself.
Alas! majesty fared no better than the vulgar; the steel and lance were no respecters of persons; to the
dismay of Ahmed, he was borne full tilt against the king, and in a moment the royal heels were in the air, and
the crown was rolling in the dust.
At this moment the sun reached the meridian; the magic spell resumed its power; the Arabian steed scoured
across the plain, leaped the barrier, plunged into the Tagus, swam its raging current, bore the prince
breathless and amazed to the
 statue, beside the iron table. The prince dismounted right gladly, and replaced the armor, to abide the
further decrees of fate. Then seating himself in the cavern, he ruminated on the desperate state to which this
demoniac steed and armor had reduced him. Never should he dare to show his face at Toledo after inflicting
such disgrace upon its chivalry, and such an outrage on its king. What too would the princess think of so rude
and riotous an achievement? Full of anxiety, he sent forth his winged messengers to gather tidings. The parrot
resorted to all the public places and crowded resorts of the city, and soon returned with a world of gossip.
All Toledo was in consternation. The princess had been borne off senseless to the palace; the tournament had
ended in confusion; every one was talking of the sudden apparition, prodigious exploits, and strange
disappearance of the Moslem knight. Some pronounced him a Moorish magician; others thought him a demon who had
assumed a human shape, while others related traditions of enchanted warriors hidden in the caves of the
mountains, and thought it might be one of these, who had made a sudden irruption from his den. All agreed that
no mere ordinary mortal could have wrought such wonders, or unhorsed such accomplished and stalwart Christian
The owl flew forth at night and hovered about the dusky city, perching on the roofs and chimneys. He then
wheeled his flight up to the royal palace, which stood on a rocky summit of Toledo, and went prowling about
its terraces and battlements, eavesdropping at every cranny, and glaring in with his big goggling eyes at
every window where there was a light, so as to throw two or three maids of honor into fits. It was not until
the gray dawn began
 to peer above the mountains that he returned from his mousing expedition, and related to the prince what he
As I was prying about one of the loftiest towers of the palace," said he, "I beheld through a casement a
beautiful princess. She was reclining on a couch with attendants and physicians around her, but she would none
of their ministry and relief. When they retired, I beheld her draw forth a letter from her bosom, and read and
kiss it, and give way to loud lamentations; at which, philosopher as I am, I could but be greatly moved."
The tender heart of Ahmed was distressed at these tidings. "Too true were thy words, O sage Eben Bonabben,"
cried he; "care and sorrow and sleepless nights are the lot of lovers. Allah preserve the princess from the
blighting influence-of this thug called love!"
Further intelligence from Toledo corroborated the report of the owl. The city was a prey to uneasiness and
alarm. The princess was conveyed to the highest tower of the palace, every avenue to which was strongly
guarded. In the meantime a devouring melancholy had seized upon her, of which no one could divine the
cause—she refused food and turned a deaf ear to every consolation. The most skillful physicians had
essayed their art in vain; it was thought some magic spell had been practised upon tier, and the king made
proclamation, declaring that whoever should effect her cure should receive the richest jewel in the royal
When the owl, who was dozing in a corner, heard of this proclamation, he rolled his large eyes and looked more
mysterious than ever.
"Allah is great!" exclaimed he, "happy the man that
 shall effect that cure, should he but know what to choose from the royal treasury."
"What mean you, most reverend owl?" said Ahmed.
"Hearken, O prince, to what I shall relate. We owls, you must know, are a learned body, and much given to dark
and dusty research. During my late prowling at night about the domes and turrets of Toledo, I discovered a
college of antiquarian owls, who hold their meetings in a great vaulted tower where the royal treasury is
deposited. Here they were discussing the forms and inscriptions and designs of ancient gems and jewels, and of
golden and silver vessels, heaped up in the treasury, the fashion of every country and age; but mostly they
were interested about certain relics and talismans that have remained in the treasury since the time of
Roderick the Goth. Among these was a box of sandal-wood secured by bands of steel of Oriental workmanship, and
inscribed with mystic characters known only to the learned few. This box and its inscription had occupied the
college for several sessions, and had caused much long and grave dispute. At the time of my visit a very
ancient owl, who had recently arrived from Egypt, was seated on the lid of the box, lecturing upon the
inscription, and he proved from it that the coffer contained the silken carpet of the throne of Solomon the
Wise; which doubtless had been brought to Toledo by the Jews who took refuge there after the downfall of
When the owl had concluded his antiquarian harangue, the prince remained for a time absorbed in thought. "I
have heard," said he, "from the sage Eben Bonabben, of the wonderful properties of that talisman, which
disappeared at the fall of Jerusalem, and was supposed to be
 lost to mankind. Doubtless it remains a sealed mystery to the Christians of Toledo. If I can get possession of
that carpet, my fortune is secure."
The next day the prince laid aside his rich attire, and arrayed himself in the simple garb of an Arab of the
desert. He dyed his complexion to a tawny hue, and no one could have recognized in him the splendid warrior
who had caused such admiration and dismay at the tournament. With staff in hand, and scrip by his side, and a
small pastoral reed, he repaired to Toledo, and presenting himself at the gate of the royal palace, announced
himself as a candidate for the reward offered for the cure of the princess. The guards would have driven him
away with blows. "What can a vagrant Arab like thyself pretend to do," said they, "in a case where the most
learned of the land have failed?" The king, however, overheard the tumult, and ordered the Arab to be brought
into his presence.
"Most potent king," said Ahmed, "you behold before you a Bedouin Arab, the greater part of whose life has been
passed in the solitudes of the desert. These solitudes, it is well known, are the haunts of demons and evil
spirits, who beset us poor shepherds in our lonely watchings, enter into and possess our flocks and herds, and
sometimes render even the patient camel furious; against these, our counter-charm is music; and we have
legendary airs handed down from generation to generation, that we chant and pipe, to cast forth these evil
spirits. I am of a gifted line, and possess this power in its fullest force. If it be any evil influence of
the kind that holds a spell over thy daughter, I pledge my head to free her from its sway."
 The king, who was a man of understanding, and knew the wonderful secrets possessed by the Arabs, was inspired
with hope by the confident language of the prince. He conducted him immediately to the lofty tower, secured by
several doors, in the summit of which was the chamber of the princess. The windows opened upon a terrace with
balustrades, commanding a view over Toledo and all the surrounding country. The windows were darkened, for the
princess lay within, a prey to a devouring grief that refused all alleviation.
The prince seated himself on the terrace, and performed several wild Arabian airs on his pastoral pipe, which
he had learnt from his attendants in the Generalife at Granada. The princess continued insensible, and the
doctors who were present shook their heads, and smiled with incredulity and contempt: at length the prince
laid aside the reed, and, to a simple melody, chanted the love verses of the letter which had declared his
The princess recognized the strain—a fluttering joy stole to her heart; she raised her head and
listened; tears rushed to her eyes and streamed down her cheeks; her bosom rose and fell with a tumult of
emotions. She would have asked for the minstrel to be brought into her presence, but maiden coyness held her
silent. The king read her wishes, and at his command Ahmed was conducted into the chamber. The lovers were
discreet: they but exchanged glances, yet those glances spoke volumes. Never was triumph of music more
complete. The rose had returned to the soft cheek of the princess, the freshness to her lip, and the dewy
light to her languishing eyes.
All the physicians present stared at each other with astonishment. The king regarded the Arab minstrel with
 admiration mixed with awe. "Wonderful youth!" exclaimed he, "thou shalt henceforth be the first physician of
my court, and no other prescription will I take but thy melody. For the present receive thy reward, the most
precious jewel in my treasury."
"O king," replied Ahmed, "I care not for silver or gold or precious stones. One relic halt thou in the
treasury, handed down from the Moslems who once owned Toledo—a box of sandal-wood containing a silken
carpet: give me that box, and I am content."
All present were surprised at the moderation of the Arab, and still more when the box of sandal-wood was
brought and the carpet drawn forth. It was of fine green silk, covered witty Hebrew and Chaldaic characters.
The court physicians looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and smiled at the simplicity of this new
practitioner, who could be content with so paltry a fee.
"This carpet," said the prince, once covered the throne of Solomon the wise; it is worthy of being placed
beneath the feet of beauty."
So saying, he spread it on the terrace beneath an ottoman that had been brought forth for the princess; then
seating himself at her feet—
"Who," said he, "shall counteract what is written in the book of fate? Behold the prediction of the
astrologers verified. Know, O king, that your daughter and I have long loved each other in secret. Behold in
me the Pilgrim of Love!"
These words were scarcely from his lips when the carpet rose in the air, bearing off the prince and princess.
The king and the physicians gazed after it with open mouths and straining eyes until it became a little speck
 white bosom of a cloud, and then disappeared in the blue vault of heaven.
The king in a rage summoned his treasurer. "How is this," said he, "that thou has suffered an infidel to get
possession of such a talisman?"
"Alas, sir, we knew not its nature, nor could we decipher the inscription of the box. If it be indeed the
carpet of the throne of the wise Solomon, it is possessed of magic power, and can transport its owner from
place to place through the air."
The king assembled a mighty army, and set off for Granada in pursuit of the fugitives. His march was long and
toilsome. Encamping in the Vega, he sent a herald to demand restitution of his daughter. The king himself came
forth with all his court to meet him. In the king he beheld the real minstrel, for Ahmed had succeeded to the
throne on the death of his father, and the beautiful Aldegonda was his sultana.
The Christian king was easily pacified when he found that his daughter was suffered to continue in her faith;
not that he was particularly pious, but religion is always a point of pride and etiquette with princes.
Instead of bloody battles, there was a succession of feasts and rejoicings, after which the king returned well
pleased to Toledo, and the youthful couple continued to reign as happily as wisely, in the Alhambra.
It is proper to add, that the owl and the parrot had severally followed the prince by easy stages to Granada;
the former travelling by night, and stopping at, the various hereditary possessions of his family; the latter
figuring in gay circles of every town and city on his route.
Ahmed gratefully requited the services which they had
 rendered on his pilgrimage. He appointed the owl his prime minister, the parrot his master of ceremonies. It
is needless to say that never was a realm more sagely administered, nor a court conducted with more exact