The Silent Princess

Once upon a time there lived in turkey a pasha who had only one son,
and so dearly did he love this boy that he let him spend the whole day
amusing himself, instead of learning how to be useful like his

Now the boy’s favourite toy was a golden ball, and with this he would
play from morning till night, without troubling anybody. One day, as
he was sitting in the summer-house in the garden, making his ball run
all along the walls and catching it again, he noticed an old woman
with an earthen pitcher coming to draw water from a well which stood
in a corner of the garden. In a moment he had caught his ball and
flung it straight at the pitcher, which fell to the ground in a
thousand pieces. The old woman started with surprise, but said
nothing; only turned round to fetch another pitcher, and as soon as
she had disappeared, the boy hurried out to pick up his ball.

Scarcely was he back in the summer-house when he beheld the old woman
a second time, approaching the well with the pitcher on her shoulder.
She had just taken hold of the handle to lower it into the water,
when–crash! And the pitcher lay in fragments at her feet. Of course
she felt very angry, but for fear of the pasha she still held her
peace, and spent her last pence in buying a fresh pitcher. But when
this also was broken by a blow from the ball, her wrath burst forth,
and shaking her fist towards the summer-house where the boy was
hiding, she cried:

‘I wish you may be punished by falling in love with the silent
princess.’ And having said this she vanished.

For some time the boy paid no heed to her words–indeed he forgot
them altogether; but as years went by, and he began to think more
about things, the remembrance of the old woman’s wish came back to his

‘Who is the silent princess? And why should it be a punishment to fall
in love with her?’ he asked himself, and received no answer. However,
that did not prevent him from putting the question again and again,
till at length he grew so weak and ill that he could eat nothing, and
in the end was forced to lie in bed altogether. His father the pasha
became so frightened by this strange disease, that he sent for every
physician in the kingdom to cure him, but no one was able to find a

‘How did your illness first begin, my son?’ asked the pasha one day.
‘Perhaps, if we knew that, we should also know better what to do for

Then the youth told him what had happened all those years before, when
he was a little boy, and what the old woman had said to him.

‘Give me, I pray you,’ he cried, when his tale was finished, ‘give me,
I pray you, leave to go into the world in search of the princess, and
perhaps this evil state may cease.’ And, sore though his heart was to
part from his only son, the pasha felt that the young man would
certainly die if he remained at home any longer.

‘Go, and peace be with you,’ he answered; and went out to call his
trusted steward, whom he ordered to accompany his young master.

Their preparations were soon made, and early one morning the two set
out. But neither old man nor young had the slightest idea where they
were going, or what they were undertaking. First they lost their way
in a dense forest, and from that they at length emerged in a
wilderness where they wandered for six months, not seeing a living
creature and finding scarcely anything to eat or drink, till they
became nothing but skin and bone, while their garments hung in
tatters about them. They had forgotten all about the princess, and
their only wish was to find themselves back in the palace again, when,
one day, they discovered that they were standing on the shoulder of a
mountain. The stones beneath them shone as brightly as diamonds, and
both their hearts beat with joy at beholding a tiny old man
approaching them. The sight awoke all manner of recollections; the
numb feeling that had taken possession of them fell away as if by
magic, and it was with glad voices that they greeted the new-comer.
‘Where are we, my friend?’ asked they; and the old man told them that
this was the mountain where the sultan’s daughter sat, covered by
seven veils, and the shining of the stones was only the reflection of
her own brilliance.

On hearing this news all the dangers and difficulties of their past
wandering vanished from their minds.

‘How can I reach her soonest?’ asked the youth eagerly. But the old
man only answered:

‘Have patience, my son, yet awhile. Another six months must go by
before you arrive at the palace where she dwells with the rest of the
women. And, even so, think well, when you can, as should you fail to
make her speak, you will have to pay forfeit with your life, as others
have done. So beware!’

But the prince only laughed at this counsel–as others had also done.

* * * * *

After three months they found themselves on the top of another
mountain, and the prince saw with surprise that its sides were
coloured a beautiful red. Perched on some cliffs, not far off, was a
small village, and the prince proposed to his friend that they should
go and rest there. The villagers, on their part, welcomed them gladly,
and gave them food to eat and beds to sleep on, and thankful indeed
were the two travellers to repose their weary limbs.

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The next morning they asked their host if he could tell them whether
they were still many days’ journey from the princess, and whether he
knew why the mountain was so much redder than other mountains.

‘For three and a half more months you must still pursue your way,’
answered he, ‘and by that time you will find yourselves at the gate of
the princess’s palace. As for the colour of the mountain, that comes
from the soft hue of her cheeks and mouth, which shines through the
seven veils which cover her. But none have ever beheld her face, for
she sits there, uttering no word, though one hears whispers of many
having lost their lives for her sake.’

The prince, however, would listen no further; and thanking the man for
his kindness, he jumped up and, with the steward, set out to climb the

On and on and on they went, sleeping under the trees or in caves, and
living upon berries and any fish they could catch in the rivers. But
at length, when their clothes were nearly in rags and their legs so
tired that they could hardly walk any further, they saw on the top of
the next mountain a palace of yellow marble.

‘There it is, at last,’ cried the prince; and fresh blood seemed to
spring in his veins. But as he and his companion began to climb
towards the top they paused in horror, for the ground was white with
dead men’s skulls. It was the prince who first recovered his voice,
and he said to his friend, as carelessly as he could:

‘These must be the skulls of the men who tried to make the princess
speak and failed. Well, if we fail too, our bones will strew the
ground likewise.’

‘Oh! turn back now, my prince, while there is yet time,’ entreated his
companion. ‘Your father gave you into my charge; but when we set out I
did not know that certain death lay before us.’

‘Take heart, O Lala, take heart!’ answered the prince. ‘A man can but
die once. And, besides, the princess will have to speak _some_ day,
you know.’

So they went on again, past skulls and dead men’s bones in all
degrees of whiteness. And by-and-by they reached another village,
where they determined to rest for a little while, so that their wits
might be fresh and bright for the task that lay before them. But this
time, though the people were kind and friendly, their faces were
gloomy, and every now and then woeful cries would rend the air.

‘Oh! my brother, have I lost you?’ ‘Oh! my son, shall I see you no
more?’ And then, as the prince and his companion asked the meaning of
these laments–which, indeed, was plain enough–the answer was given:

‘Ah, you also have come hither to die! This town belongs to the father
of the princess, and when any rash man seeks to move the princess to
speech he must first obtain leave of the sultan. If that is granted
him he is then led into the presence of the princess. What happens
afterwards, perhaps the sight of these bones may help you to guess.’

The young man bowed his head in token of thanks, and stood thoughtful
for a short time. Then, turning to the Lala, he said:

‘Well, our destiny will soon be decided! Meanwhile we will find out
all we can, and do nothing rashly.’

For two or three days they wandered about the bazaars, keeping their
eyes and ears open, when, one morning, they met a man carrying a
nightingale in a cage. The bird was singing so joyously that the
prince stopped to listen, and at once offered to buy him from his

‘Oh, why cumber yourself with such a useless thing,’ cried the Lala in
disgust; ‘have you not enough to occupy your hands and mind, without
taking an extra burden?’ But the prince, who liked having his own way,
paid no heed to him, and paying the high price asked by the man, he
carried the bird back to the inn, and hung him up in his chamber. That
evening, as he was sitting alone, trying to think of something that
would make the princess talk, and failing altogether, the nightingale
pecked open her cage door, which was lightly fastened by a stick, and,
perching on his shoulder, murmured softly in his ear:

‘What makes you so sad, my prince?’ The young man started. In his
native country birds did not talk, and, like many people, he was
always rather afraid of what he did not understand. But in a moment he
felt ashamed of his folly, and explained that he had travelled for
more than a year, and over thousands of miles, to win the hand of the
sultan’s daughter. And now that he had reached his goal he could think
of no plan to force her to speak.

‘Oh! do not trouble your head about that,’ replied the bird, ‘it is
quite easy! Go this evening to the women’s apartments, and take me
with you, and when you enter the princess’s private chamber hide me
under the pedestal which supports the great golden candlestick. The
princess herself will be wrapped so thickly in her seven veils that
she can see nothing, neither can her face be seen by anyone. Then
inquire after her health, but she will remain quite silent; and next
say that you are sorry to have disturbed her, and that you will have a
little talk with the pedestal of the candlestick. When you speak I
will answer.’

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The prince threw his mantle over the bird, and started for the palace,
where he begged an audience of the sultan. This was soon granted him,
and leaving the nightingale hidden by the mantle, in a dark corner
outside the door, he walked up to the throne on which his highness was
sitting, and bowed low before him.

‘What is your request?’ asked the sultan, looking closely at the young
man, who was tall and handsome; but when he heard the tale he shook
his head pityingly.

‘If you can make her speak she shall be your wife,’ answered he; ‘but
if not–did you mark the skulls that strewed the mountain side?’

‘Some day a man is bound to break the spell, O sultan,’ replied the
youth boldly; ‘and why should not I be he as well as another? At any
rate, my word is pledged, and I cannot draw back now.’

‘Well, go if you must,’ said the sultan. And he bade his attendants
lead the way to the chamber of the princess, but to allow the young
man to enter alone.

Catching up, unseen, his mantle and the cage as they passed into the
dark corridor–for by this time night was coming on–the youth found
himself standing in a room bare except for a pile of silken cushions,
and one tall golden candlestick. His heart beat high as he looked at
the cushions, and knew that, shrouded within the shining veils that
covered them, lay the much longed-for princess. Then, fearful that
after all other eyes might be watching him, he hastily placed the
nightingale under the open pedestal on which the candlestick was
resting, and turning again he steadied his voice, and besought the
princess to tell him of her well-being.

Not by even a movement of her hand did the princess show that she had
heard, and the young man, who of course expected this, went on to
speak of his travels and of the strange countries he had passed
through; but not a sound broke the silence.

* * * * *

‘I see clearly that you are interested in none of these things,’ said
he at last, ‘and as I have been forced to hold my peace for so many
months, I feel that now I really _must_ talk to somebody, so I shall
go and address my conversation to the candlestick.’ And with that he
crossed the room behind the princess, and cried: ‘O fairest of
candlesticks, how are you?’

‘Very well indeed, my lord,’ answered the nightingale; ‘but I wonder
how many years have gone by since any one has spoken with me. And, now
that you have come, rest, I pray you, awhile, and listen to my story.’

‘Willingly,’ replied the youth, curling himself up on the floor, for
there was no cushion for him to sit on.

‘Once upon a time,’ began the nightingale, ‘there lived a pasha whose
daughter was the most beautiful maiden in the whole kingdom. Suitors
she had in plenty, but she was not easy to please, and at length there
were only three whom she felt she could even _think_ of marrying. Not
knowing which of the three she liked best, she took counsel with her
father, who summoned the young men into his presence, and then told
them that they must each of them learn some trade, and whichever of
them proved the cleverest at the end of six months should become the
husband of the princess.

‘Though the three suitors may have been secretly disappointed, they
could not help feeling that this test was quite fair, and left the
palace together, talking as they went of what handicrafts they might
set themselves to follow. The day was hot, and when they reached a
spring that gushed out of the side of the mountain, they stopped to
drink and rest, and then one of them said:

‘”It will be best that we should each seek our fortunes alone; so let
us put our rings under this stone, and go our separate ways. And the
first one who returns hither will take his ring, and the others will
take theirs. Thus we shall know whether we have all fulfilled the
commands of the pasha, or if some accident has befallen any of us.”

‘”Good,” replied the other two. And three rings were placed in a
little hole, and carefully covered again by the stone.

‘Then they parted, and for six months they knew naught of each other,
till, on the day appointed, they met at the spring. Right glad they
all were, and eagerly they talked of what they had done, and how the
time had been spent.

‘”I think I shall win the princess,” said the eldest, with a laugh,
“for it is not everybody that is able to accomplish a whole year’s
journey in an hour!”

‘”That is very clever, certainly,” answered his friend; “but if you
are to govern a kingdom it may be still more useful to have the power
of seeing what is happening at a distance; and that is what _I_ have
learnt,” replied the second.

‘”No, no, my dear comrades,” cried the third, “your trades are all
very well; but when the pasha hears that I can bring back the dead to
life he will know which of us three is to be his son-in-law. But come,
there only remain a few hours of the six months he granted us. It is
time that we hastened back to the palace.”

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‘”Stop a moment,” said the second, “it would be well to know what is
going on in the palace.” And plucking some small leaves from a tree
near by, he muttered some words and made some signs, and laid them on
his eyes. In an instant he turned pale, and uttered a cry.

‘”What is it? What is it?” exclaimed the others; and, with a shaking
voice, he gasped:

‘”The princess is lying on her bed, and has barely a few minutes to
live. Oh! can no one save her?”

‘”_I_ can,” answered the third, taking a small box from his turban;
“this ointment will cure any illness. But how to reach her in time?”

‘”Give it to me,” said the first. And he wished himself by the bedside
of the princess, which was surrounded by the sultan and his weeping
courtiers. Clearly there was not a second to lose, for the princess
had grown unconscious, and her face cold. Plunging his finger into the
ointment he touched her eyes, mouth and ears with the paste, and with
beating heart awaited the result.

‘It was swifter than he supposed. As he looked the colour came back
into her cheeks, and she smiled up at her father. The sultan, almost
speechless with joy at this sudden change, embraced his daughter
tenderly, and then turned to the young man to whom he owed her life:

‘”Are you not one of those three whom I sent forth to learn a trade
six months ago?” asked he. And the young man answered yes, and that
the other two were even now on their way to the palace, so that the
sultan might judge between them.’

At this point in his story the nightingale stopped, and asked the
prince which of the three he thought had the best right to the

‘The one who had learned how to prepare the ointment,’ replied he.

‘But if it had not been for the man who could see what was happening
at a distance they would never have known that the princess was ill,’
said the nightingale. ‘I would give it to _him_.’ And the strife
between them waxed hot, till, suddenly, the listening princess
started up from her cushions and cried:

‘Oh, you fools! cannot you understand that if it had not been for him
who had power to reach the palace in time the ointment itself would
have been useless, for death would have claimed her? It is he and no
other who ought to have the princess!’

At the first sound of the princess’s voice, a slave, who was standing
at the door, ran at full speed to tell the sultan of the miracle which
had taken place, and the delighted father hastened to the spot. But by
this time the princess perceived that she had fallen into a trap which
had been cunningly laid for her, and would not utter another word. All
she could be prevailed on to do was to make signs to her father that
the man who wished to be her husband must induce her to speak three
times. And she smiled to herself beneath her seven veils as she
thought of the impossibility of _that_.

When the sultan told the prince that though he had succeeded once, he
would have twice to pass through the same test, the young man’s face
clouded over. It did not seem to him fair play, but he dared not
object, so he only bowed low, and contrived to step back close to the
spot where the nightingale was hidden. As it was now quite dark he
tucked unseen the little cage under his cloak, and left the palace.

‘Why are you so gloomy?’ asked the nightingale, as soon as they were
safely outside. ‘Everything has gone exactly right! Of course the
princess was very angry with herself for having spoken. And did you
see that, at her first words, the veils that covered her began to
rend? Take me back to-morrow evening, and place me on the pillar by
the lattice. Fear nothing, you have only to trust to me!’

The next evening, towards sunset, the prince left the cage behind him,
and with the bird in the folds of his garment slipped into the palace
and made his way straight to the princess’s apartments. He was at
once admitted by the slaves who guarded the door, and took care to
pass near the window so that the nightingale hopped unseen to the top
of a pillar. Then he turned and bowed low to the princess, and asked
her several questions; but, as before, she answered nothing, and,
indeed, gave no sign that she heard. After a few minutes the young man
bowed again, and crossing over to the window, he said:

‘Oh, pillar! it is no use speaking to the princess, she will not utter
one word; and as I must talk to somebody, I have come to you. Tell me
how you have been all this long while?’

‘I thank you,’ replied a voice from the pillar, ‘I am feeling very
well. And it is lucky for me that the princess is silent, or else you
would not have wanted to speak to me. To reward you, I will relate to
you an interesting tale that I lately overheard, and about which I
should like to have your opinion.’

‘That will be charming,’ answered the prince, ‘so pray begin at once.’

‘Once upon a time,’ said the nightingale, ‘there lived a woman who was
so beautiful that every man who saw her fell in love with her. But she
was very hard to please, and refused to wed any of them, though she
managed to keep friends with all. Years passed away in this manner,
almost without her noticing them, and one by one the young men grew
tired of waiting, and sought wives who may have been less handsome,
but were also less proud, and at length only three of her former
wooers remained–Baldschi, Jagdschi, and Firedschi. Still she held
herself apart, thought herself better and lovelier than other women,
when, on a certain evening, her eyes were opened at last to the truth.
She was sitting before her mirror, combing her curls, when amongst her
raven locks she found a long white hair!

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‘At this dreadful sight her heart gave a jump, and then stood still.

‘”I am growing old,” she said to herself, “and if I do not choose a
husband soon, I shall never get one! I know that either of those men
would gladly marry me to-morrow, but I cannot decide between them. I
must invent some way to find out which of them is the best, and lose
no time about it.”

‘So instead of going to sleep, she thought all night long of different
plans, and in the morning she arose and dressed herself.

‘”That will have to do,” she muttered as she pulled out the white hair
which had cost her so much trouble. “It is not very good, but I can
think of nothing better; and–well, they are none of them clever, and
I dare say they will easily fall into the trap.” Then she called her
slave and bade her let Jagdschi know that she would be ready to
receive him in an hour’s time. After that she went into the garden and
dug a grave under a tree, by which she laid a white shroud.

‘Jagdschi was delighted to get the gracious message; and, putting on
his newest garments, he hastened to the lady’s house, but great was
his dismay at finding her stretched on her cushions, weeping bitterly.

‘”What is the matter, O Fair One?” he asked, bowing low before her.

‘”A terrible thing has happened,” said she, her voice choked with
sobs. “My father died two nights ago, and I buried him in my garden.
But now I find that he was a wizard, and was not dead at all, for his
grave is empty and he is wandering about somewhere in the world.”

‘”That is evil news indeed,” answered Jagdschi; “but can I do nothing
to comfort you?”

‘”There is one thing you can do,” replied she, “and that is to wrap
yourself in the shroud and lay yourself in the grave. If he should not
return till after three hours have elapsed he will have lost his power
over me, and be forced to go and wander elsewhere.”

‘Now Jagdschi was proud of the trust reposed in him, and wrapping
himself in the shroud, he stretched himself at full length in the
grave. After some time Baldschi arrived in his turn, and found the
lady groaning and lamenting. She told him that her father had been a
wizard, and that in case, as was very likely, he should wish to leave
his grave and come to work her evil, Baldschi was to take a stone and
be ready to crush in his head, if he showed signs of moving.

‘Baldschi, enchanted at being able to do his lady a service, picked up
a stone, and seated himself by the side of the grave wherein lay

‘Meanwhile the hour arrived in which Firedschi was accustomed to pay
his respects, and, as in the case of the other two, he discovered the
lady overcome with grief. To him she said that a wizard who was an
enemy of her father’s had thrown the dead man out of his grave, and
had taken his place. “But,” she added, “if you can bring the wizard
into my presence, all his power will go from him; if not, then I am

‘”Ah, lady, what is there that I would not do for you!” cried
Firedschi; and running down to the grave, he seized the astonished
Jagdschi by the waist, and flinging the body over his shoulder, he
hastened with him into the house. At the first moment Baldschi was so
surprised at this turn of affairs, for which the lady had not prepared
him, that he sat still and did nothing. But by-and-by he sprang up and
hurled the stone after the two flying figures, hoping that it might
kill them both. Fortunately it touched neither, and soon all three
were in the presence of the lady. Then Jagdschi, thinking that he had
delivered her from the power of the wizard, slid off the back of
Firedschi, and threw the shroud from him.’

‘Tell me, my prince,’ said the nightingale, when he had finished his
story, ‘which of the three men deserved to win the lady? I myself
should choose Firedschi.’

‘No, no,’ answered the prince, who understood the wink the bird had
given him; ‘it was Baldschi who took the most trouble, and it was
certainly he who deserved the lady.’

But the nightingale would not agree; and they began to quarrel, till a
third voice broke in:

‘How can you talk such nonsense?’ cried the princess–and as she spoke
a sound of tearing was heard. ‘Why, you have never even thought of
Jagdschi, who lay for three hours in the grave, with a stone held over
his head! Of course it was _he_ whom the lady chose for her husband!’

* * * * *

It was not many minutes before the news reached the sultan; but even
now he would not consent to the marriage till his daughter had spoken
a third time. On hearing this, the young man took counsel with the
nightingale how best to accomplish this, and the bird told him that as
the princess, in her fury at having fallen into the snare laid for
her, had ordered the pillar to be broken in pieces, he must be hidden
in the folds of a curtain that hung by the door.

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The following evening the prince entered the palace, and walked boldly
up to the princess’s apartments. As he entered the nightingale flew
from under his arm and perched himself on top of the door, where he
was entirely concealed by the folds of the dark curtain. The young man
talked as usual to the princess without obtaining a single word in
reply, and at length he left her lying under the heap of shining
veils–now rent in many places–and crossed the room towards the door,
from which came a voice that gladly answered him.

For a while the two talked together: then the nightingale asked if the
prince was fond of stories, as he had lately heard one which
interested and perplexed him greatly. In reply, the prince begged that
he might hear it at once, and without further delay the nightingale

‘Once upon a time, a carpenter, a tailor, and a student set out
together to see the world. After wandering about for some months they
grew tired of travelling, and resolved to stay and rest in a small
town that took their fancy. So they hired a little house, and looked
about for work to do, returning at sunset to smoke their pipes and
talk over the events of the day.

‘One night in the middle of summer it was hotter than usual, and the
carpenter found himself unable to sleep. Instead of tossing about on
his cushions, making himself more uncomfortable than he was already,
the man wisely got up and drank some coffee and lit his long pipe.
Suddenly his eye fell on some pieces of wood in a corner and, being
very clever with his fingers, he had soon set up a perfect statue of a
girl about fourteen years old. This so pleased and quieted him that he
grew quite drowsy, and going back to bed fell fast asleep.

‘But the carpenter was not the only person who lay awake that night.
Thunder was in the air, and the tailor became so restless that he
thought he would go downstairs and cool his feet in the little
fountain outside the garden door. To reach the door he had to pass
through the room where the carpenter had sat and smoked, and against
the wall he beheld standing a beautiful girl. He stood speechless for
an instant before he ventured to touch her hand, when, to his
amazement, he found that she was fashioned out of wood.

‘”Ah! I can make you more beautiful still,” said he. And fetching from
a shelf a roll of yellow silk which he had bought that day from a
merchant, he cut and draped and stitched, till at length a lovely robe
clothed the slender figure. When this was finished, the restlessness
had departed from him, and he went back to bed.

‘As dawn approached the student arose and prepared to go to the mosque
with the first ray of sunlight. But, when he saw the maiden standing
there, he fell on his knees and lifted his hands in ecstasy.

‘”Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air, clad in the beauty of ten
thousand stars,” he murmured to himself. “Surely a form so rare was
never meant to live without a soul.” And forthwith he prayed with all
his might that life should be breathed into it.

‘And his prayer was heard, and the beautiful statue became a living
girl, and the three men all fell in love with her, and each desired to
have her to wife.

‘Now,’ said the nightingale, ‘to which of them did the maiden really
belong? It seems to me that the carpenter had the best right to her.’

‘Oh, but the student would never have thought of praying that she
might be given a soul had not the tailor drawn attention to her
loveliness by the robe which he put upon her,’ answered the prince,
who guessed what he was expected to say: and they soon set up quite a
pretty quarrel. Suddenly the princess, furious that neither of them
alluded to the part played by the student, quite forgot her vow of
silence and cried loudly:

‘Idiots that you are! how could she belong to any one but the student?
If it had not been for him, all that the others did would have gone
for nothing! Of course it was he who married the maiden!’ And as she
spoke the seven veils fell from her, and she stood up, the fairest
princess that the world has ever seen.

‘You have won me,’ she said smiling, holding out her hand to the

And so they were married: and after the wedding-feast was over they
sent for the old woman whose pitcher the prince had broken so long
ago, and she dwelt in the palace, and became nurse to their children,
and lived happily till she died.

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