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.Then he began thinking of Flower-in-the-Night herself.Wherever she was, she was certainly at least asscared and miserable as he was himself.Abdullah yearned to comfort her.He wanted to rescue her somuch that he spent some time wrenching uselessly at his chains. For certainly nobodyelse is likely to try, he muttered. I must getout of here! Then, although he was sure it was another notion as silly as his daydream, he tried to summon the magic Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlcarpet.He visualized it lying on the floor of his booth, and he called to it, out loud, over and over again.He said all the magic-sounding words he could think of, hoping one of them would be the commandword.Nothing happened.And how silly to think that it would! Abdullah thought.Even if the carpet could hearhim from the dungeon, supposing he got the command word right at last, how could even a magic carpetwriggle its way in here through that tiny grating? And suppose itdid wriggle in, how would that helpAbdullah to get out?Abdullah gave up and leaned against the wall, half dozing, half despairing.It must now be the heat of theday, when most folk in Zanzib took at least a short rest.Abdullah himself, when he was not visiting one ofthe public parks, usually sat on a pile of his less good carpets in the shade in front of his stall, drinkingfruit juice, or wine if he could afford it, and chatting lazily with Jamal.No longer.And this is just my firstday!he thought morbidly.I m keeping track of the hours now.How long before I lose track even ofdays?He shut his eyes.One good thing.A house-to-house search for the Sultan s daughter would cause atleast some annoyance toFatima , Hakim, and Assif simply because they were known to be the onlyfamily Abdullah had.He hoped soldiers turned the purple emporium upside down.He hoped they slit thewalls and unrolled all the carpets.He hoped they arrestedSomething landed on the floor beyond Abdullah s feet.So they throw me some food, Abdullah thought, and I would rather starve.He opened his eyes lazily.They shot wide of their own accord.There, on the dungeon floor, lay the magic carpet.Upon it, peacefullysleeping, lay Jamal sbad-tempered dog.Abdullah stared at both of them.He could imagine how, in the heat of midday, the dog might lie down inthe shade of Abdullah s booth.He could see that it would lie on the carpet because it was comfortable.But how a dog adog ! could chance to say the command word was beyond him to understandentirely.As he stared, the dog began dreaming.Its paws worked.Its snout wrinkled, and it snuffled, as ifit had caught the most delicious possible scent, and it uttered a faint whimper, as if whatever it smelled inthe dream were escaping from it. Is it possible, my friend, Abdullah said to it, that you were dreaming of me and of the time I gave youmost of my breakfast? The dog, in its sleep, heard him.It uttered a loud snore and woke up.Doglike, it wasted no timewondering how it came to be in this strange dungeon.It sniffed and smelled Abdullah.It sprang up with adelighted squeak, planted its paws among the chains on Abdullah s chest, and enthusiastically licked hisface.Abdullah laughed and rolled his head to keep his nose out of the dog s squiddy breath.He was quite asdelighted as the dog was. So youwere dreaming of me! he said. My friend, I shall arrange for you tohave a bowl of squid daily.You have saved my life and possibly Flower-in-the-Night s, too! As soon as the dog s rapture had abated a little, Abdullah began rolling and working himself along thefloor in his chains, until he was lying, propped on one elbow, on top of the carpet.He gave a great sigh.Now he was safe. Come along, he said to the dog. Get on the carpet, too. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlBut the dog had found the scent of what was certainly a rat in the corner of the dungeon.It was pursuingthe smell with excited snorts.At each snort Abdullah felt the carpet quiver beneath him.It gave him theanswer he needed. Come along, he said to the dog. If I leave you here, they will find you when they come to feed me orquestion me, and they will assume I have turned myself into a dog.Then my fate will be yours.You havebrought me the carpet and revealed me its secret, and I cannot see you stuck on a forty-foot stake. The dog had its nose rammed into the corner.It was not attending.Abdullah heard, unmistakable eventhrough the thick walls of the dungeon, the tramp of feet and the rattle of keys.Someone was coming.Hegave up persuading the dog.He lay flat on the carpet. Here, boy! he said. Come and lick my face! The dog understood that.It left the corner, jumped on Abdullah s chest, and proceeded to obey him. Carpet, Abdullah whispered from under the busy tongue. To the Bazaar, but do not land.Hoverbeside Jamal s stall. The carpet rose and rushed sideways which was just as well.Keys were unlocking the dungeon door.Abdullah was not any too sure how the carpet left the dungeon because the dog was still licking his faceand he was forced to keep his eyes shut.He felt a dank shadow pass across him perhaps that waswhen they melted through the wall and then bright sunlight.The dog lifted its head into the sunlight,puzzled.Abdullah squinted sideways across his chains and saw a high wall rear in front of them and thenfall below as the carpet rose smoothly over it.Thencame a succession of towers and roofs, quite familiarto Abdullah though he had only seen them by night before.And after that the carpet went planing downtoward the outer edge of the Bazaar.For the palace of the Sultan was indeed only five minutes walkfrom Abdullah s booth.Jamal s stall came into view, and beside it, Abdullah s own wrecked booth, with carpets flung all overthe walkway.Obviously soldiers had searched there for Flower-in-the-Night.Jamal was dozing, with hishead on his arms, between a big simmering pot of squid and a charcoal grill with skewered meat smokingon it.He raised his head, and his one eye stared as the carpet came to hang in the air in front of him. Down, boy! Abdullah said. Jamal, call your dog. Jamal was clearly very scared.It is no fun keeping the stall next door to anyone a sultan wishes to impaleon a stake.He seemed speechless [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Then he began thinking of Flower-in-the-Night herself.Wherever she was, she was certainly at least asscared and miserable as he was himself.Abdullah yearned to comfort her.He wanted to rescue her somuch that he spent some time wrenching uselessly at his chains. For certainly nobodyelse is likely to try, he muttered. I must getout of here! Then, although he was sure it was another notion as silly as his daydream, he tried to summon the magic Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlcarpet.He visualized it lying on the floor of his booth, and he called to it, out loud, over and over again.He said all the magic-sounding words he could think of, hoping one of them would be the commandword.Nothing happened.And how silly to think that it would! Abdullah thought.Even if the carpet could hearhim from the dungeon, supposing he got the command word right at last, how could even a magic carpetwriggle its way in here through that tiny grating? And suppose itdid wriggle in, how would that helpAbdullah to get out?Abdullah gave up and leaned against the wall, half dozing, half despairing.It must now be the heat of theday, when most folk in Zanzib took at least a short rest.Abdullah himself, when he was not visiting one ofthe public parks, usually sat on a pile of his less good carpets in the shade in front of his stall, drinkingfruit juice, or wine if he could afford it, and chatting lazily with Jamal.No longer.And this is just my firstday!he thought morbidly.I m keeping track of the hours now.How long before I lose track even ofdays?He shut his eyes.One good thing.A house-to-house search for the Sultan s daughter would cause atleast some annoyance toFatima , Hakim, and Assif simply because they were known to be the onlyfamily Abdullah had.He hoped soldiers turned the purple emporium upside down.He hoped they slit thewalls and unrolled all the carpets.He hoped they arrestedSomething landed on the floor beyond Abdullah s feet.So they throw me some food, Abdullah thought, and I would rather starve.He opened his eyes lazily.They shot wide of their own accord.There, on the dungeon floor, lay the magic carpet.Upon it, peacefullysleeping, lay Jamal sbad-tempered dog.Abdullah stared at both of them.He could imagine how, in the heat of midday, the dog might lie down inthe shade of Abdullah s booth.He could see that it would lie on the carpet because it was comfortable.But how a dog adog ! could chance to say the command word was beyond him to understandentirely.As he stared, the dog began dreaming.Its paws worked.Its snout wrinkled, and it snuffled, as ifit had caught the most delicious possible scent, and it uttered a faint whimper, as if whatever it smelled inthe dream were escaping from it. Is it possible, my friend, Abdullah said to it, that you were dreaming of me and of the time I gave youmost of my breakfast? The dog, in its sleep, heard him.It uttered a loud snore and woke up.Doglike, it wasted no timewondering how it came to be in this strange dungeon.It sniffed and smelled Abdullah.It sprang up with adelighted squeak, planted its paws among the chains on Abdullah s chest, and enthusiastically licked hisface.Abdullah laughed and rolled his head to keep his nose out of the dog s squiddy breath.He was quite asdelighted as the dog was. So youwere dreaming of me! he said. My friend, I shall arrange for you tohave a bowl of squid daily.You have saved my life and possibly Flower-in-the-Night s, too! As soon as the dog s rapture had abated a little, Abdullah began rolling and working himself along thefloor in his chains, until he was lying, propped on one elbow, on top of the carpet.He gave a great sigh.Now he was safe. Come along, he said to the dog. Get on the carpet, too. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlBut the dog had found the scent of what was certainly a rat in the corner of the dungeon.It was pursuingthe smell with excited snorts.At each snort Abdullah felt the carpet quiver beneath him.It gave him theanswer he needed. Come along, he said to the dog. If I leave you here, they will find you when they come to feed me orquestion me, and they will assume I have turned myself into a dog.Then my fate will be yours.You havebrought me the carpet and revealed me its secret, and I cannot see you stuck on a forty-foot stake. The dog had its nose rammed into the corner.It was not attending.Abdullah heard, unmistakable eventhrough the thick walls of the dungeon, the tramp of feet and the rattle of keys.Someone was coming.Hegave up persuading the dog.He lay flat on the carpet. Here, boy! he said. Come and lick my face! The dog understood that.It left the corner, jumped on Abdullah s chest, and proceeded to obey him. Carpet, Abdullah whispered from under the busy tongue. To the Bazaar, but do not land.Hoverbeside Jamal s stall. The carpet rose and rushed sideways which was just as well.Keys were unlocking the dungeon door.Abdullah was not any too sure how the carpet left the dungeon because the dog was still licking his faceand he was forced to keep his eyes shut.He felt a dank shadow pass across him perhaps that waswhen they melted through the wall and then bright sunlight.The dog lifted its head into the sunlight,puzzled.Abdullah squinted sideways across his chains and saw a high wall rear in front of them and thenfall below as the carpet rose smoothly over it.Thencame a succession of towers and roofs, quite familiarto Abdullah though he had only seen them by night before.And after that the carpet went planing downtoward the outer edge of the Bazaar.For the palace of the Sultan was indeed only five minutes walkfrom Abdullah s booth.Jamal s stall came into view, and beside it, Abdullah s own wrecked booth, with carpets flung all overthe walkway.Obviously soldiers had searched there for Flower-in-the-Night.Jamal was dozing, with hishead on his arms, between a big simmering pot of squid and a charcoal grill with skewered meat smokingon it.He raised his head, and his one eye stared as the carpet came to hang in the air in front of him. Down, boy! Abdullah said. Jamal, call your dog. Jamal was clearly very scared.It is no fun keeping the stall next door to anyone a sultan wishes to impaleon a stake.He seemed speechless [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]