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    In the chronicles of the ancient dynasty of the Sassanidae,
    who reigned for about four hundred years, from Persia to the borders
    of China, beyond the great river Ganges itself, we read the praises
    of one of the kings of this race, who was said to be the best
    monarch of his time. His subjects loved him, and his neighbors
    feared him, and when he died he left his kingdom in a more prosperous
    and powerful condition than any king had done before him.

    The two sons who survived him loved each other tenderly, and it was
    a real grief to the elder, Schahriar, that the laws of the empire
    forbade him to share his dominions with his brother Schahzeman.
    Indeed, after ten years, during which this state of things had
    not ceased to trouble him, Schahriar cut off the country of Great
    Tartary from the Persian Empire and made his brother king.

    Now the Sultan Schahriar had a wife whom he loved more than all the world,
    and his greatest happiness was to surround her with splendour,
    and to give her the finest dresses and the most beautiful jewels.
    It was therefore with the deepest shame and sorrow that he
    accidentally discovered, after several years, that she had deceived
    him completely, and her whole conduct turned out to have been so bad,
    that he felt himself obliged to carry out the law of the land,
    and order the grand-vizir to put her to death. The blow was so
    heavy that his mind almost gave way, and he declared that he was
    quite sure that at bottom all women were as wicked as the sultana,
    if you could only find them out, and that the fewer the world
    contained the better. So every evening he married a fresh wife
    and had her strangled the following morning before the grand-vizir,
    whose duty it was to provide these unhappy brides for the Sultan.
    The poor man fulfilled his task with reluctance, but there was
    no escape, and every day saw a girl married and a wife dead.

    This behaviour caused the greatest horror in the town, where nothing
    was heard but cries and lamentations. In one house was a father weeping
    for the loss of his daughter, in another perhaps a mother trembling
    for the fate of her child; and instead of the blessings that had
    formerly been heaped on the Sultan's head, the air was now full of curses.

    The grand-vizir himself was the father of two daughters, of whom
    the elder was called Scheherazade, and the younger Dinarzade.
    Dinarzade had no particular gifts to distinguish her from other girls,
    but her sister was clever and courageous in the highest degree.
    Her father had given her the best masters in philosophy, medicine,
    history and the fine arts, and besides all this, her beauty excelled
    that of any girl in the kingdom of Persia.

    One day, when the grand-vizir was talking to his eldest daughter,
    who was his delight and pride, Scheherazade said to him, "Father, I
    have a favour to ask of you. Will you grant it to me?"

    "I can refuse you nothing," replied he, "that is just and reasonable."

    "Then listen," said Scheherazade. "I am determined to stop this
    barbarous practice of the Sultan's, and to deliver the girls
    and mothers from the awful fate that hangs over them."

    "It would be an excellent thing to do," returned the grand-vizir,
    "but how do you propose to accomplish it?"

    "My father," answered Scheherazade, "it is you who have to provide
    the Sultan daily with a fresh wife, and I implore you, by all
    the affection you bear me, to allow the honour to fall upon me."

    "Have you lost your senses?" cried the grand-vizir, starting back
    in horror. "What has put such a thing into your head? You ought
    to know by this time what it means to be the sultan's bride!"

    "Yes, my father, I know it well," replied she, "and I am not afraid
    to think of it. If I fail, my death will be a glorious one,
    and if I succeed I shall have done a great service to my country."

    "It is of no use," said the grand-vizir, "I shall never consent.
    If the Sultan was to order me to plunge a dagger in your heart,
    I should have to obey. What a task for a father! Ah, if you do not
    fear death, fear at any rate the anguish you would cause me."

    "Once again, my father," said Scheherazade, "will you grant me
    what I ask?"

    "What, are you still so obstinate?" exclaimed the grand-vizir. "Why
    are you so resolved upon your own ruin?"

    But the maiden absolutely refused to attend to her father's words,
    and at length, in despair, the grand-vizir was obliged to give way,
    and went sadly to the palace to tell the Sultan that the following
    evening he would bring him Scheherazade.

    The Sultan received this news with the greatest astonishment.

    "How have you made up your mind," he asked, "to sacrifice your own
    daughter to me?"

    "Sire," answered the grand-vizir, "it is her own wish. Even the sad
    fate that awaits her could not hold her back."

    "Let there be no mistake, vizir," said the Sultan. "Remember you
    will have to take her life yourself. If you refuse, I swear
    that your head shall pay forfeit."

    "Sire," returned the vizir. "Whatever the cost, I will obey you.
    Though a father, I am also your subject." So the Sultan told the
    grand-vizir he might bring his daughter as soon as he liked.

    The vizir took back this news to Scheherazade, who received
    it as if it had been the most pleasant thing in the world.
    She thanked her father warmly for yielding to her wishes, and,
    seeing him still bowed down with grief, told him that she hoped
    he would never repent having allowed her to marry the Sultan.
    Then she went to prepare herself for the marriage, and begged
    that her sister Dinarzade should be sent for to speak to her.

    When they were alone, Scheherazade addressed her thus:

    "My dear sister; I want your help in a very important affair.
    My father is going to take me to the palace to celebrate my marriage
    with the Sultan. When his Highness receives me, I shall beg him,
    as a last favour, to let you sleep in our chamber, so that I may
    have your company during the last night I am alive. If, as I hope,
    he grants me my wish, be sure that you wake me an hour before
    the dawn, and speak to me in these words: "My sister, if you are
    not asleep, I beg you, before the sun rises, to tell me one of your
    charming stories." Then I shall begin, and I hope by this means
    to deliver the people from the terror that reigns over them."
    Dinarzade replied that she would do with pleasure what her
    sister wished.

    When the usual hour arrived the grand-vizir conducted Scheherazade
    to the palace, and left her alone with the Sultan, who bade her raise
    her veil and was amazed at her beauty. But seeing her eyes full
    of tears, he asked what was the matter. "Sire," replied Scheherazade,
    "I have a sister who loves me as tenderly as I love her. Grant me
    the favour of allowing her to sleep this night in the same room,
    as it is the last we shall be together." Schahriar consented
    to Scheherazade's petition and Dinarzade was sent for.

    An hour before daybreak Dinarzade awoke, and exclaimed, as she
    had promised, "My dear sister, if you are not asleep, tell me I
    pray you, before the sun rises, one of your charming stories.
    It is the last time that I shall have the pleasure of hearing you."

    Scheherazade did not answer her sister, but turned to the Sultan.
    "Will your highness permit me to do as my sister asks?" said she.

    "Willingly," he answered. So Scheherazade began.
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