THE STORY OF A GAZELLE [3]
die, and if I live, I live. Here can I think of no plan, so if anything is to kill me, it will kill me.'
Then it knocked twice at the door, and cried 'Open,' but no one answered. And it cried again, and a voice replied:
'Who are you that are crying "Open"?'
And the gazelle said, 'It is I, great mistress, your grandchild.'
'If you are my grandchild,' returned the voice, 'go back whence you came. Don't come and die here, and bring me to my death as well.'
'Open, mistress, I entreat, I have something to say to you.'
'Grandchild,' replied she, 'I fear to put your life in danger, and my own too.'
'Oh, mistress, my life will not be lost, nor yours either; open, I pray you.' So she opened the door.
'What is the news where you come from, my grandson,' asked she.
'Great lady, where I come from it is well, and with you it is well.'
'Ah, my son, here it is not well at all. If you seek a way to die, or if you have not yet seen death, then is to-day the day for you to know what dying is.'
'If I am to know it, I shall know it,' replied the gazelle; 'but tell me, who is the lord of this house?'
And she said: 'Ah, father! in this house is much wealth, and much people, and much food, and many horses. And the lord of it all is an exceeding great and wonderful snake.'
'Oh!' cried the gazelle when he heard this; 'tell me how I can get at the snake to kill him?'
'My son,' returned the old woman, 'do not say words like these; you risk both our lives. He has put me here all by myself, and I have to cook his food. When the great snake is coming there springs up a wind, and blows the dust about, and this goes on till the great snake glides into the courtyard and calls for his dinner, which must always be ready for him in those big pots. He eats till he has had enough, and then drinks a whole tankful of water. After that he goes away. Every second day he comes, when the sun is over the house. And he has seven heads. How then can you be a match for him, my son?'
'Mind your own business, mother,' answered the gazelle, 'and don't mind other people's! Has this snake a sword?'
'He has a sword, and a sharp one too. It cuts like a dash of lightning.'
'Give it to me, mother!' said the gazelle, and she unhooked the sword from the wall, as she was bidden. 'You must be quick,' she said, 'for he may be here at any moment. Hark! is not that the wind rising? He has come!'
They were silent, but the old woman peeped from behind a curtain, and saw the snake busy at the pots which she had placed ready for him in the courtyard. And after he had done eating and drinking he came to the door:
'You old body!' he cried; 'what smell is that I smell inside that is not the smell of every day?'
'Oh, master!' answered she, 'I am alone, as I always am! But to-day, after many days, I have sprinkled fresh scent all over me, and it is that which you smell. What else could it be, master?'
All this time the gazelle had been standing close to the door, holding the sword in one of its front paws. And as the snake put one of his heads through the hole that he had made so as to get in and out comfortably, it cut it of so clean that the snake really did not feel it. The second blow was not quite so straight, for the snake said to himself, 'Who is that who is trying to scratch me?' and stretched out his third head to see; but no sooner was the neck through the hole than the head went rolling to join the rest.
When six of his heads were gone the snake lashed his tail with such fury that the gazelle and the old woman could not see each other for the dust he made. And the gazelle said to him, 'You have climbed all sorts of trees, but this you can't climb,' and as the seventh head came darting through it went rolling to join the rest.
Then the sword fell rattling on the ground, for the gazelle had fainted.
The old woman shrieked with delight when she saw her enemy was dead, and ran to bring water to the gazelle, and fanned it, and put it where the wind could blow on it, till it grew better and gave
Then it knocked twice at the door, and cried 'Open,' but no one answered. And it cried again, and a voice replied:
'Who are you that are crying "Open"?'
And the gazelle said, 'It is I, great mistress, your grandchild.'
'If you are my grandchild,' returned the voice, 'go back whence you came. Don't come and die here, and bring me to my death as well.'
'Open, mistress, I entreat, I have something to say to you.'
'Grandchild,' replied she, 'I fear to put your life in danger, and my own too.'
'Oh, mistress, my life will not be lost, nor yours either; open, I pray you.' So she opened the door.
'What is the news where you come from, my grandson,' asked she.
'Great lady, where I come from it is well, and with you it is well.'
'Ah, my son, here it is not well at all. If you seek a way to die, or if you have not yet seen death, then is to-day the day for you to know what dying is.'
'If I am to know it, I shall know it,' replied the gazelle; 'but tell me, who is the lord of this house?'
And she said: 'Ah, father! in this house is much wealth, and much people, and much food, and many horses. And the lord of it all is an exceeding great and wonderful snake.'
'Oh!' cried the gazelle when he heard this; 'tell me how I can get at the snake to kill him?'
'My son,' returned the old woman, 'do not say words like these; you risk both our lives. He has put me here all by myself, and I have to cook his food. When the great snake is coming there springs up a wind, and blows the dust about, and this goes on till the great snake glides into the courtyard and calls for his dinner, which must always be ready for him in those big pots. He eats till he has had enough, and then drinks a whole tankful of water. After that he goes away. Every second day he comes, when the sun is over the house. And he has seven heads. How then can you be a match for him, my son?'
'Mind your own business, mother,' answered the gazelle, 'and don't mind other people's! Has this snake a sword?'
'He has a sword, and a sharp one too. It cuts like a dash of lightning.'
'Give it to me, mother!' said the gazelle, and she unhooked the sword from the wall, as she was bidden. 'You must be quick,' she said, 'for he may be here at any moment. Hark! is not that the wind rising? He has come!'
They were silent, but the old woman peeped from behind a curtain, and saw the snake busy at the pots which she had placed ready for him in the courtyard. And after he had done eating and drinking he came to the door:
'You old body!' he cried; 'what smell is that I smell inside that is not the smell of every day?'
'Oh, master!' answered she, 'I am alone, as I always am! But to-day, after many days, I have sprinkled fresh scent all over me, and it is that which you smell. What else could it be, master?'
All this time the gazelle had been standing close to the door, holding the sword in one of its front paws. And as the snake put one of his heads through the hole that he had made so as to get in and out comfortably, it cut it of so clean that the snake really did not feel it. The second blow was not quite so straight, for the snake said to himself, 'Who is that who is trying to scratch me?' and stretched out his third head to see; but no sooner was the neck through the hole than the head went rolling to join the rest.
When six of his heads were gone the snake lashed his tail with such fury that the gazelle and the old woman could not see each other for the dust he made. And the gazelle said to him, 'You have climbed all sorts of trees, but this you can't climb,' and as the seventh head came darting through it went rolling to join the rest.
Then the sword fell rattling on the ground, for the gazelle had fainted.
The old woman shrieked with delight when she saw her enemy was dead, and ran to bring water to the gazelle, and fanned it, and put it where the wind could blow on it, till it grew better and gave