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The danger was frightful, for the sides of the carriage had been so shattered by the fall, that they threatened every moment to give way, in which case those inside it must inevitably have fallen into the black, unfathomable abyss which looked like an abode for the gloomy Divs, and stretched his jaws wide to crush its beautiful victims.
The mountain of Kaf, is the celebrated abode of the jinns, paris, and divs, and all the fabulous beings of oriental romance.
Croesus, you ought to know it too, for my father brought it from your treasure-house at Sardis. At last you are really convicted, you liar! you impostor! The Divs require no weapons, and such a dagger as this is not to be picked up everywhere. Ah, ha! you are feeling in your girdle! You may well turn pale; your dagger is gone!" "Yes, it is gone. I must have lost it, and some enemy..."
I refused again, passed another solitary night, and in the morning sacrificed ten talents for the sake of peace. Since that time harmony and peace among my beloved wives seems to me as much to be feared as the evil Divs themselves, and I see their little quarrels with the greatest pleasure." "Poor Zopyrus!" cried Bartja. "Why poor?" asked this five-fold husband.
"Probably the king has ordered a hunt, in order to deaden the pain which he feels at seeing you suffer." "Oh, no. I know better what it means. Oropastes taught me, that whenever a Persian dies dogs' are brought in, that the Divs may enter into them." "But you are living, my mistress, and . . ." "Oh, I know very well that I shall die.
"Probably the king has ordered a hunt, in order to deaden the pain which he feels at seeing you suffer." "Oh, no. I know better what it means. Oropastes taught me, that whenever a Persian dies dogs' are brought in, that the Divs may enter into them." "But you are living, my mistress, and..." "Oh, I know very well that I shall die.
Croesus, you ought to know it too, for my father brought it from your treasure-house at Sardis. At last you are really convicted, you liar! you impostor! The Divs require no weapons, and such a dagger as this is not to be picked up everywhere. Ah, ha! you are feeling in your girdle! You may well turn pale; your dagger is gone!" "Yes, it is gone. I must have lost it, and some enemy . . ."
The danger was frightful, for the sides of the carriage had been so shattered by the fall, that they threatened every moment to give way, in which case those inside it must inevitably have fallen into the black, unfathomable abyss which looked like an abode for the gloomy Divs, and stretched his jaws wide to crush its beautiful victims.
I refused again, passed another solitary night, and in the morning sacrificed ten talents for the sake of peace. Since that time harmony and peace among my beloved wives seems to me as much to be feared as the evil Divs themselves, and I see their little quarrels with the greatest pleasure." "Poor Zopyrus!" cried Bartja. "Why poor?" asked this five-fold husband.
"But don't you remember the legend of the Div, who took the beautiful form of a minstrel and appeared before king Kawus?" "Of course," cried Araspes. "Cyrus had this legend so often recited at the banquets, that I know it by heart. "Kai Kawus hearkened to the words of the disguised Div and went to Masenderan, and was beaten there by the Divs and deprived of his eyesight."
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