Arabian Nights


There once was a mighty king, whose heart was as hard as the stone walls around him. One day, the King discovered that his queen had betrayed him, and he was furious! So, he sent out a decree--“Hear ye, Hear ye!”-- that every night he would marry a new bride, but when the morning came, he would have her beheaded.
Now, the king had a royal vizier. And that royal vizier had a beautiful daughter, Scheherazade. Scheherazade had grown up in the palace too, and had loved the King ever since they were little children. When she heard this decree, she thought Beheaded???! I can’t let anyone suffer this horrible fate! So, Scheherazade volunteered to be the king’s new bride. You see, Scheherazade had a very special gift, the gift to tell stories, and she thought she could use this gift to soften the King’s heart.
That night, after their marriage, the King and Scheherazade were in their bedroom.
“Pardon me, Sire? said Scheherazade, “May I tell you a story?”
“Very well”, said the King, “Tell me a tale, but remember: you will be beheaded in the morning.”
*Gulp* “Yes, sire.” And she began the story….
The king lay awake, and listened with wonder at her story. She told him of a far away land with a beanstalk and an ogre and a…..
She stopped.
“Well, what’s this??” said the King. “Go on, Scheherazade, finish the tale!”
“Oh gracious king, I’d love to, but there’s simply not enough time. The dawn is breaking, sire”, she answered. And sure enough, as the King looked out the window he could see the sun rising over the mountain.
“Very well.” the King said. “I shall spare your life another day, and tonight, you shall finish the story!”
That night, Scheherazade finished the story, and then she began a second, even more exciting tale. She told him of a deep dark forest, and knights with swords and a great black beast and….
She stopped again.
“Tut, tut, come now, Scheherazade, finish the story!”
“Oh gracious king, I’d love to, but the sun is rising yet again!” And sure enough, when the king looked out the window, he saw the sun rising over the mountain.
So, the King again spared her life for one day to finish the second story that night.
And so, it continued day by day. At the end of one thousand and one nights, and one thousand stories, Scheherazade told the King that she had no more tales to tell him. But Scheherazade’s stories had made him a much wiser and kinder man, and he had fallen in love with Scheherazade.
So, he spared her life and made her his Queen forever.
And they lived happily ever after.

Mischief Managed.

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