The Shaving of Shagpat George Meredith (best memoirs of all time txt) 📖

The Vizier assented, saying, “Second, then, the Chief of Identicals?”

She answered, “Nay, O my father; second, the weakness that’s in man, and the little probability of his finishing with Shagpat at one effort; and there is but a sole chance for whoso attempteth, and if he faileth, ’tis forever he faileth.”

So the Vizier said, “Even I knew not ’twas so grave! Third, then, the Chief of Identicals?”

She replied, “Third! which showeth the difficulty of the task. Read ye not, first, how the barber must come upon Shagpat and fix him for his operation; second, how the barber must be possessed of more than mortal strength to master him in so many strokes; third, how the barber must have a blade like no other blade in this world in sharpness, in temper, in velocity of sweep, that he may reap this crop which flourisheth on Shagpat, and with it the magic hair which defieth edge of mortal blades?”

Now, the Vizier sighed at the words, saying, “Powerful is Shagpat. I knew not the thing I undertook. I fear his mastery of us, and we shall be contemned⁠—objects for the red finger of scorn.”

Noorna turned to Shibli Bagarag and asked, “Do the three bonds of enterprise⁠—vengeance, ambition, and love⁠—shrink in thee from this great contest?”

Shibli Bagarag said, “ ’Tis terrible! on my head be it!”

She gazed at him a moment tenderly, and said, “Thou art worthy of what is in store for thee, O my betrothed! and I think little of the dangers, in contemplation of the courage in thee. Lo, if vengeance and ambition spur thee so, how will not love when added to the two?”

Then said she, “As to the enchantments and spells that shall overreach him, and as to the blade wherewith to shear him?”

Feshnavat exclaimed, “Yonder’s indeed where we stumble and are tripped at starting.”

But she cried, “What if I know of a sword that nought on Earth or under resisteth, and before the keen edge of which all Illusions and Identicals are as summer grass to the scythe?”

They both shouted, “The whereabout of that sword, O Noorna!”

So she said, “ ’Tis in Aklis, in the mountains of the Koosh; and the seven sons of Aklis sharpen it day and night till the adventurer cometh to claim it for his occasion. Whoso succeedeth in coming to them they know to have power over the sword, and ’tis then holiday for them. Many are the impediments, and they are as holes where the fox haunteth. So they deliver to his hand the sword till his object is attained, his Event mastered, smitten through with it; and ’tis called the Sword of Events. Surely, with it the father of the Seven vanquished the mighty Roc, Kroojis, that threatened mankind with ruin, and a stain of the Roc’s blood is yet on the hilt of the sword. How sayest thou, O Feshnavat⁠—shall we devote ourselves to get possession of that Sword?”

So the Vizier brightened at her words, and said, “O excellent in wisdom and star of counsel! speak further, and as to the means.”

Noorna bin Noorka continued, “Thou knowest, O my father, I am proficient in the arts of magic, and I am what I am, and what I shall be, by its uses. ’Tis known to thee also that I hold a genie in bondage, and can utter ten spells and one spell in a breath. Surely my services to the youth in his attainment of the Sword will be beyond price! Now to reach Aklis and the Sword there are three things needed⁠—charms: and one is a phial full of the waters of Paravid from the wells in the mountain yonside the desert; and one, certain hairs that grow in the tail of the horse Garraveen, he that roameth wild in the meadows of Melistan; and one, that the youth gather and bear to Aklis, for the white antelope Gulrevaz, the Lily of the Lovely Light that groweth in the hollow of the crags over the Enchanted Sea: with these spells he will command the Sword of Aklis, and nothing can bar him passage. Moreover I will expend in his aid all my subtleties, my transformations, the stores of my wisdom. Many seek this Sword, and people the realms of Rabesqurat, or are beasts in Aklis, or crowned Apes, or go to feed the Roc, Kroojis, in the abyss beneath the Roc’s-egg bridge; but there’s virtue in Shibli Bagarag: wullahy! I am wistful in him of the hand of Destiny, and he will succeed in this undertaking if he dareth it.”

Shibli Bagarag cried, “At thy bidding, O Noorna! Care I for dangers? I’m on fire to wield the Sword, and master the Event.”

Thereupon, Noorna bin Noorka arose instantly, and took him by the cheeks a tender pinch, and praised him. Then drew she round him a circle with her forefinger that left a mark like the shimmering of evanescent green flame, saying, “White was the day I set eyes on thee!” Round the Vizier, her father, she drew a like circle; and she took an unguent, and traced with it characters on the two circles, and letters of strange form, arrowy, lance-like, like leaning sheaves, and crouching baboons, and kicking jackasses, and cocks a-crow, and lutes slack-strung; and she knelt and mumbled over and over words of magic, like the drone of a bee to hear, and as a roll of water, nothing distinguishable. After that she sought for an unguent of a red colour, and smeared it on a part of the floor by the corner of the room, and wrote on it in silver fluid a word that was the word “Eblis,” and over that likewise she droned awhile. Presently she arose with a white-heated face, the sweat on her brow, and said to Shibli Bagarag and Feshnavat hurriedly and in a harsh tone, “How? have ye fear?”

They answered, “Our faith is in Allah, our confidence in thee.”

Said she then, “I summon the genie I