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The formatting is a bit off, and there are some strange spelling and sentence errors. It's still quite good for an OCR'd book, having read many others in the past. Books for People with Print Disabilities. Internet Archive Books. American Libraries. Its snout wrinkled, and it snuffled, as if it had caught the most delicious possible scent, and it uttered a faint whimper, as if whatever it smelled in the dream were escaping from it. It uttered a loud snore and woke up. Doglike, it wasted no time wondering how it came to be in this strange dungeon.

It sniffed and smelled Abdullah. It sprang 51 up with a delighted squeak, planted its paws among the chains on Abdullah's chest, and enthusiastically licked his face. Abdullah laughed and rolled his head to keep his nose out of the dog's squiddy breath. He was quite as delighted as the dog was.

You have saved my life and possibly Flower-in-the-Night's, too! He gave a great sigh. Now he was safe. It was pursuing the smell with excited snorts. At each snort Abdullah felt the carpet quiver beneath him.

It gave him the answer he needed. Then my fate will be yours. You have brought me the carpet and revealed me its secret, and I cannot see you stuck on a forty-foot stake. It was not attending.

Abdullah heard, unmistakable even through the thick walls of the dungeon, the tramp of feet and the rattle of keys.

Someone was coming. He gave up persuading the dog. He lay flat on the carpet. It left the corner, jumped on Abdullah's chest, and proceeded to obey him. Hover beside Jamal's stall. 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 face and he was forced to keep his eyes shut. He felt a 52 dank shadow pass across him-perhaps that was when 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 then fall below as the carpet rose smoothly over it. Then came a succession of towers and roofs, quite familiar to Abdullah though he had only seen them by night before.

And after that the carpet went planing down toward the outer edge of the Bazaar. For the palace of the Sultan was indeed only five minutes' walk from Abdullah's booth. Jamal's stall came into view, and beside it, Abdullah's own wrecked booth, with carpets flung all over the walkway.

Obviously soldiers had searched there for Flower-in-the-Night. Jamal was dozing, with his head on his arms, between a big simmering pot of squid and a charcoal grill with skewered meat smoking on it. He raised his head, and his one eye stared as the carpet came to hang in the air in front of him. It is no fun keeping the stall next door to anyone a sultan wishes to impale on a stake.

He seemed speechless. Since the dog was taking no notice, either, Abdullah struggled into sitting position, clanking, rattling, and sweating. This tipped the dog off. It jumped nimbly to the stall counter, where Jamal absently seized it in his arms. But sitting up had given him a view down the walkway between the stalls.

He could see the soles of running feet down there and flyinggarments. It seemed that one boothkeeper was on his way to fetch the Watch, though there was something about the running figure that reminded Abdullah rather strongly of Assif.

Put your hand on the embroidery above my left boot. Put your hand in and take the money out of it. They'll be after you and your dog for helping me. Take the gold and the dog and get out. Leave Zanzib. Go north to the barbarous places, where you can hide. You could make your fortune there. Now he saw the space fill, not with the Watch but with northern mercenaries, and they were running. Jamal caught the clank-clank of running soldiers.

He leaned out to look and make sure. Then he whistled to his dog and was gone, so swiftly and quietly that Abdullah could only admire. Jamal had even spared time to move the meat off the grill so that it would not burn.

All the soldiers were going to find here was a caldron of half- boiled squid. Abdullah whispered to the carpet. Abdullah thought he certainly would have been thrown off it but for the weight of his chains, which caused the carpet to bulge downward in the center, rather like a hammock.

And speed was necessary. The soldiers shouted behind him. There were some loud bangs. For a few instants two bullets and a crossbow bolt carved the blue sky beside the carpet and then fell behind.

The carpet hurtled on, across roofs, over walls, beside towers, and then skimming palm trees and market gardens. Finally it shot forth into hot 54 gray emptiness, shimmering white and yellow under a huge bowl of sky, where Abdullah's chains began to grow uncomfortably warm.

The rushing of air stopped. Abdullah raised his head and saw Zanzib as a surprisingly small clump of towers on the horizon. The carpet sailed slowly past a person riding a camel, who turned his well-veiled face to watch. It began to sink toward the sand. At this the person on the camel turned his camel, too, and urged it into a trot after the carpet.

Abdullah could almost see him thinking gleefully that here was his chance to get his hands on a genuine, working magic carpet, and its owner in chains and in no position to resist him. Annoyance and reluctance breathed from every thread of it. It turned in a heavy half circle and sailed gently northward at walking pace. The person on the camel cut across the middle of the half circle and came on at a gallop.

Since the carpet was only about nine feet in the air, it was a sitting target for someone on a galloping camel. Abdullah saw it was time for some quick talking. He reined in his camel and followed at a more cautious pace, while he wrestled a tent pole out of his baggage.

Clearly he intended to tip Abdullah off the carpet with it. Abdullah turned his attention hastily to the carpet. I have snapped commands and even shouted at you, where I now see that your gentle nature requires only the mildest of requests. Forgive, oh, forgive! It stretched tighter in the air and put on a bit of speed. O best and most elegant of carpets, I think now only of you and how best I might rid you of this great weight. If you were to fly at a gentle speed-say, only a little faster than a camel might gallop-to the nearest spot in the desert northward where I can find someone to remove these chains, would this be agreeable to your amiable and aristocratic nature?

A sort of smug pridefulness exuded from the carpet now. It rose a foot or so, changed direction slightly, and moved forward at a purposeful seventy miles an hour. Abdullah clung to its edge and peered backward at the frustrated camel rider, who was soon dwindling to a dot in the desert behind. The carpet liked this so much that it went even faster.

Ten minutes later it surged over a sand dune and came to an abrupt stop just below the summit on the other side. Abdullah was rolled helplessly off in a cloud of sand. And he went on rolling, clattering, jingling, bounding, raising more sand, and then-after desperate efforts-tobogganing feetfirst in a groove of sand, down to the very edge of a small muddy pool in an oasis. A number of ragged people who were crouching over something at the edge of this pool sprang up and scattered as Abdullah plowed in among them.

Abdullah's feet caught the thing they were crouching over and shot it back into the pool. One man shouted indignantly and went splashing into the water to rescue it. The rest drew sabers and knives-and in one case a long pistol-and surrounded Abdullah threateningly. Abdullah blinked sand out of his eyes and thought he had seldom seen a more villainous crew of men. They all had scarred faces, shifty eyes, bad teeth, and unpleasant expressions.

The man with the pistol was the most unpleasant of the lot. He wore a sort of earring through one side of his large hooked nose and a very bushy 56 mustache. His headcloth was pinned up at one side with a flashy red stone in a gold brooch. He kicked Abdullah. Or else. The man really was theabsolute image of the villainous bandit of his daydream.

It must be one of those coincidences. Abdullah distinctly heard one say, "How did he know that? It was something his face was particularly well designed to do.

Well, at least he knew where he was now. I have sworn revenge on all Rashpuht. I came here expressly to join with you and add the strength of my mind and my arm to yours. By dropping from the sky, chains and all? He thought it was the thing most likely to impress these people. Most of them laughed. Kabul Aqba, with a nod, sent two of them up the sand dune to examine Abdullah's point of arrival. Only strike these chains apart and undo these handcuffs and you will see great things. He hoped very much that this was a good thing to happen.

No tracks. Abdullah found himself wondering if it ever got tangled with his nose ring. I'll have it here. If you really want to join us, you can make yourself useful first. Perhaps it was that he had exhausted all his fear that morning in front of the Sultan. Or perhaps it was just because he ached all over. He was sore and scraped from sliding down 59 the sand dune, and one of his ankle bands was chafing brutally. It is knowledge," said Kabul Aqba. He beckoned to the man who had gone wading into the pool.

Abdullah levered himself to his elbows and looked at it resentfully. It seemed to be new. There was a clean new cork showing through the smoky glass of the neck, which had been sealed over with a stamped lead seal, again new-looking.

It looked like a bottle of perfume that had lost its label. Do but take these chains from me, and I will control the genie within and make sure he obeys your every wish. Otherwise I think no man should touch it. He tossed the flask to another man.

Abdullah saw his chance of getting unchained going. Worse, he was about to be exposed as a fraud. He began prying the cork out, while another man held the bottle steady for him. A thin mauvish vapor came smoking 60 out of the neck of the flask. Abdullah hoped the thing was full of poison. But the vapor almost instantly thickened to a cloud that came rushing out of the bottle like a kettle boiling bluish mauve steam. This steam shaped itself into a face-large and angry and blue-and arms, and a wisp of body connected to the bottle, and went on rushing forth until it was easily ten feet tall.

Therel" The misty arms gestured. The two men holding the cork and the bottle seemed to wink out of existence. Cork and bottle both fell to the ground, forcing the genie to billow sideways from the neck of the bottle. From the midst of his blue vapor, two large toads came crawling and seemed to gaze around in bewilderment. The genie came slowly and vaporously upright, hovering above the bottle with his smoky arms folded and a look of utter hatred on his misty face.

By this time everyone had run away except for Abdullah and Kabul Aqba, Abdullah because he could barely move in his chains and Kabul Aqba because he was clearly unexpectedly brave. The genie glowered at the two of them. Kabul Aqba quickly rammed his hand across Abdullah's mouth. He put his face close to Abdullah's ear. His breath smelled even worse than his hand, although neither, Abdullah had to admit, was a patch on Jamal's dog.

Advise me what to wish and I'll make you a free man and an honored member of my band. But if you try to make a wish yourself, I kill you.

They were crawling uncertainly along the muddy edge of the pool, obviously wondering whether they could swim or not. And you would need to defend this treasure. Perhaps your first wish should be for a supply of the famous weapons of the north, or-" "But which? The genie is becoming impatient. The genie was not exactly tapping his foot, since he had no feet to tap, but there was something about his looming, lowering blue face that suggested there would be two more toads by the pool if he had to wait much longer.

A very short burst of thought was enough to convince Abdullah that his situation, despite the chains, would be very much worse if he became a toad. He clapped Abdullah on the shoulder and sprang up jovially. The genie bowed, rather like a candle flame bending in a draft.

It was a very lavish feast. It arrived almost at once, with a dull whoomping noise, on a long table with a striped awning above it for shade, and with it arrived liveried slaves to serve it. The rest of the bandits rather quickly got over their fear and came racing back to lounge on cushions and eat delicate food from golden dishes and to shout at the slaves for more, more, more!

The servants were, Ab 62 dullah found when he got a chance to talk to some of them, the slaves of the Sultan of Zanzib himself, and the feast should have been the Sultan's. This news made Abdullah feel just a little better. He spent the feast still in chains, hitched up against a handy palm tree. Though he had not expected anything better from Kabul Aqba, it was still hard. At least Kabul Aqba remembered him from time to time and, with a lordly wave of his hand, sent a slave over with a golden dish or a jug of wine.

For there was plenty. Every so often there was another muffled whoomp and a fresh course would arrive, carried by more bewildered slaves, or there would be what looked like the pick of the Sultan's wine cellar loaded onto a jeweled trolley, or an astonished group of musicians. Whenever Kabul Aqba sent a new slave over to Abdullah, Abdullah found that slave only too ready to answer questions. On the third course, which is this roast peacock that I carry, he placed a guard of mercenaries to escort us from the kitchen, but we were snatched from beside them, even at the very door of the banquet hall, and instantly found ourselves in this oasis instead.

Later a troupe of dancing girls appeared, snatched in the same way. That must have enraged the Sultan even more. These dancers made Abdullah melancholy. He thought of Flower-in-the-Night, who was twice as beautiful as any of them, and tears came into his eyes. As the jollity around the table grew, the two toads sat in the shallow edge of the pond, hooting mournfully.

No doubt they felt at least as bad about things as Abdullah did. The moment night fell, the slaves, the musicians, and the dancing girls all vanished, though what was left of the food and wine stayed. The bandits by then had glutted themselves and then 63 sated themselves again after that. Most of them fell asleep where they sat.

But to Abdullah's dismay, Kabul Aqba got up-a little unsteadily-and collected the genie bottle from under the table. He made sure it was corked. Then he staggered over to the magic carpet and lay down on it with the bottle in his hand. He fell asleep almost at once. Abdullah sat against the palm tree in increasing anxiety. If the genie had returned the stolen slaves to the palace in Zanzib-and it seemed likely that he had-then someone was going to ask them angry questions.

They would all tell the same story of being forced to serve a band of robbers, while a well-dressed young man in chains sat and watched from a palm tree. The Sultan would put two and two together. He was no fool. Even now a troop of soldiers could be setting out on fast racing camels to hunt the desert for a certain small oasis. But that was not the greatest of Abdullah's worries. He watched the sleeping Kabul Aqba in even greater anxiety. He was about to lose the magic carpet and, of course, an extremely useful genie with it.

Sure enough, after about half an hour Kabul Aqba rolled over on to his back and his mouth came open. As no doubt Jamal's dog had done, as Abdullah himself must have done-but surely not so very loudly? The carpet quivered. Abdullah saw it clearly in the light of the rising moon rise a foot or so from the ground, where it hung and waited.

Abdullah conjectured that it was busy interpreting whatever dream Kabul Aqba was having just then. What a bandit chief might dream about Abdullah had no idea, but the carpet knew. It soared into the air and began to fly. Abdullah looked up as it glided over the palm fronds above him and had one last try at influencing it.

Or maybe it was an accident. But something roundish and faintly glimmering rolled off the edge of 64 64 the carpet and dropped with a light thunk on the sand a few feet from Abdullah. Abdullah reached out, as quickly as he could without too much rattling and jingling of his chains, and dragged the bottle into hiding between his back and the palm tree.

Then he sat and waited for morning, feeling decidedly more hopeful. The vapor steamed forth, became a jet, and rushed upward into the blue-mauve shape of the genie, who looked, if possible, angrier than ever.

I wish these chains of mine gone. Abdullah was just about to protest that though this wish might seem trivial to a genie, being without chains was important to him when he found himself able to move freely, without rattling. He looked down and found the chains had vanished. He put the cork carefully back in the bottle and stood up.

He was horribly stiff. Before he could move at all, he had to make himself think of fleet camels with soldiers on them speeding toward this oasis and then of what would happen if the sleeping bandits woke to find him standing there without his chains.

That got him moving. There, very careful not to disturb the various bandits who were asleep with their faces on the cloth, he collected food and wrapped it in a napkin. He took a flask of wine and tied it and the genie bottle to his belt with two more napkins.

He took a last napkin to cover his head in case he got sunstroke-travelers had told him this was a real danger in the desert-and then he set off, as swiftly as he could limp, out of the oasis and due north. The stiffness wore off as he walked. Walking became almost pleasant then, and for the first half of the morning Abdullah strode out with a will, thinking of Flower-in-the-Night and eating succulent meat pies and swigging from the wine flask as he walked.

The second half of the morning was not so good. The sun swung overhead. The sky became glaring white, and everything shimmered. Abdullah started to wish that he had poured the wine away and filled the flask at the muddy pond instead.

Wine did nothing for thirst except make it worse. He wet the napkin with wine and laid it over the back of his neck, where it kept drying out far too quickly. By midday he thought he was dying. The desert swayed about before his eyes, and the glare hurt. He felt like a sort of human cinder. Up till then he had thought he had imagined his escape from the villainous Kabul Aqba in masterly detail, but now he knew he had never even conceived of how horrible it was to stagger in blaring heat, with sweat running into his eyes.

He had not imagined the way the sand somehow got into everything, including his mouth. Nor had his daydream allowed for the difficulty of steering by the sun when the sun was right overhead. The tiny puddle of shadow around his feet gave him no guide to direction.

He had to keep looking behind to check that his line of footprints was straight. This worried him because it wasted time. In the end, wasted time or not, he was forced to stop and rest, squatting in a dip in the sands where there was a small piece of shade.

He still felt like a piece of meat laid out on Jamal's charcoal grill. He soaked the napkin in wine and spread it over his head and 67 then watched it drip red blobs on his best clothes. The only thing that convinced him he was not going to die was that prophecy about Flower-in-the-Night. If Fate had decreed that she was to marry him, then he had to survive because he had not yet married her. After that he thought of the prophecy about himself, written down by his father.

It could have more than one meaning. In fact, it could already have come true, for had he not risen above everyone in the land by flying on the magic carpet? Or perhaps it did refer to a forty- foot stake.

This notion forced Abdullah to get up and walk again. The afternoon was worse still. Abdullah was young and fit, but the life of a carpet merchant does not include long walks. He ached from his heels to the top of his head-not forgetting his toes, which seemed to have worn raw. In addition, one of his boots turned out to rub where the money pocket was.

His legs were so tired he could hardly move them. But he knew he had to put the horizon between himself and the oasis before the bandits started looking for him or the line of fleet camels appeared. Since he was not sure how far it was to the horizon, he slogged on. By evening all that kept him going was the knowledge that he would be seeing Flower-in-the-Night tomorrow.

That was to be his next wish to the genie. Apart from that, he vowed to give up drinking wine and swore never to look at a grain of sand again.

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The Castle of Llyr by Lloyd Alexander. Since this is a raccolta, Anton Francesco Doni, I marmi, ed. Rizzarelli, 2 vols, Florence , i, p. Translation from Giorgio Vasari, 6. Lives of the Painters, Sculptors and Architects, tr. De Vere, 2 vols, edn London , i, p. Benedetto Varchi, Lezione sopra il primo and tr. Arnaud, Grenoble , p. Zappala as in n. A closely com- B. Busini, 2 vols, Trieste —59, ii, p. Vasaris, ed.

Frey, 3 vols, Hildesheim and New York Series latina, ed. Migne, Paris —64, xxxviii, , i, p. Title and illustration from Dialogi di Luciano Elogia clarorum virorum , confirming philosopho, Venice , p.

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The editio princeps has the most detailed illustrations, Lucian, Dialogi, as in n. My illustration here is from the second edition, Lucian, A castle in the air is an impossibility as well as a paradox and, as such, it embodies an inversion of values of a kind which became popular within sixteenth-century intellec- tual circles. Anonymous attrib. Private Italian and probably mid-sixteenth century, collection sold by Studio Lapeyre, Milan representing the most detailed and perhaps the earliest depiction of the act of actually been tentatively attributed to Francesco building such a castle Fig.

Part of a Salviati or his circle, or else to Prospero series of twenty-two illustrations on the Fontana. On this broadsheet see A. The same print contains Varchi, in his Ercolano, considered this expression as In the drawings re-emerged in a Milanese a synonym of far castellucci in aria; see below, n. Rigoli buyers; see L. Carissimi and C. Lapeyre, Francesco and A. Specialists, however, were more guarded. Francesco Salviati, Rome , p. Roma in ; see S. When it appeared in a slightly background is signified by groups of three different form in a seventeenth-century blue dots.

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