. Racconti del Punjab : raccontati dal popolo. Gettò la collana sulla testa, e subito si alzò più lovelier grazie. Poi il re venne e chiese il suo toreturn al palazzo come sua sposa, ma lei rispose: "Non sarà mai tua moglie fino a quella malvagia maga isdead, perché lei avrebbe solo assassinato me e mio ragazzo, asella ha ucciso i tuoi sette figli giovani. Se si volesse un fosso profondo alla soglia del palazzo, riempire con scorpioni e serpenti, gettare il malvagio Queeninto, e seppellire la sua vita, io camminerò sopra il suo graveto essere tua moglie. Così il re ordinò che fosse un fossato profondo
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. Tales of the Punjab : told by the people . gine lay dead. He threw the necklace overher head, and immediately she rose up lovelier thanever. Then the King came, and besought her toreturn to the palace as his bride, but she replied, Iwill never be your wife till that wicked sorceress isdead, for she would only murder me and my boy, asshe murdered your seven young sons. If you willdig a deep ditch at the threshold of the palace, fill itwith scorpions and snakes, throw the wicked Queeninto it, and bury her alive, I will walk over her graveto be your wife. So the King ordered a deep ditch to be dug, andhad it filled with scorpions and snakes. Then he wentto the sorceress-queen, and bade her come to seesomething very wonderful. But she refused, suspect-ing a trick. Then the guards seized her, bound her, flung her into the ditch amongst the scorpions andsnakes, and buried her alive with them. As for thePrincess Aubergine, she and her son walked over thegrave, and lived happily in the palace ever after. VALIANT VICKY, THE BRAVE WEAVER. NCE upon a time there lived alittle weaver, by name VictorPrince, but because his headwas big, his legs thin, and hewas altogether small, and weak, and ridiculous, his neighbourscalled him Vicky—Little Vickythe Weaver. But despite his size, his thinlegs, and his ridiculous appearance, Vicky was veryvaliant, and loved to talk for hours of his bravery, and the heroic acts he would perform if Fategave him an opportunity. Only Fate did not, andin consequence Vicky remained little Vicky thevaliant weaver, who was laughed at by all for hisboasting. Now one day, as Vicky was sitting at his loom, weaving, a mosquito settled on his left hand just ashe was throwing the shuttle from his right hand, andby chance, after gliding swiftly through the warp, theshuttle came flying into his left hand on the very spotwhere the mosquito had settled, and squashed it.Seeing this, Vicky became desperately excited : Itis as I have always said, he cried ; if I only h
