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Updated: May 24, 2025
Perhaps some one has thrown her in there. But the maiden was not in the river. For four days the father and mother waited and watched for their child to come back; then they gave up hope, and said to each other: 'What is to be done? What are we to say to the man to whom Dschemila is betrothed?
In my grave lies only a goat. So take heart." Then Dschemil turned to his family and said: 'Is this true? and is Dschemila not dead at all, but simply stolen from her home? 'No, no, replied they, 'his story is a pack of lies. Dschemila is really dead. Everybody knows it.
'Well, what do you mean to do with me? asked Dschemila. 'Better take me home to my mother by night, and tell no one anything about it. 'So I will, said he. They waited where they were till it was nearly dark, then Dschemil brought his cousin home. 'Is that Dschemil? asked the mother when he knocked softly. 'Yes, it is. 'And have you found her? 'Yes, and I have brought her to you.
And at the sight her mother embraced her, weeping. 'Dear daughter, she cried, 'what evil fate has befallen you? 'It was the ogre who carried me off first, and then bewitched me, answered Dschemila. 'But what is to be done with you? asked her mother. 'Hide me away, and tell no one anything about me.
'I swear by your head, queen of my heart, that I have not found you only to lose you again! If I must die, well, I must! 'Oh, what can I do for you? 'Anything you like! 'If I let you down a cord, can you make it fast under your arms, and climb up? 'Of course I can, said he. So Dschemila lowered the cord, and Dschemil tied it round him, and climbed up to her window.
So he did, and after sitting on the top for about an hour, a window above him opened, and a voice said: 'Dschemil! He looked up, and at the sight of Dschemila, whom he had so long believed to be dead, he began to weep. 'Dear cousin, she whispered, 'what has brought you here? 'My grief at losing you. 'Oh! go away at once. If the ogre comes back he will kill you.
The ogre got out of bed, gave the dog a kick, then went back again, and slept till morning. When it grew light, he rose, and called, 'Dschemila! Dschemila! but he only heard the echo of his own voice! Then he dressed himself quickly; buckled on his sword and whistled to his dog, and followed the road which he knew the fugitives must have taken.
'Mother, sobbed Dschemila, 'do you really not know your own daughter? 'Yes, of course I know her. 'What are her two scars then? 'On her thigh is a scar from the bite of a dog, and on her breast is the mark of a burn, where she pulled a lamp over her when she was little. 'Then look at me, and see if I am not your daughter, said Dschemila, throwing off her clothes and showing her two scars.
As you pass through our village, ask for a man called Dschemil, and say to him: "Dschemila greets you, from the castle, which lies far away, and is rocked by the wind. In my grave lies only a goat. So take heart." And the man promised, and went his way, till he came to a spring of water. And he drank a great draught and then lay on the bank and slept quietly.
Let us kill a goat, and bury its head in the grave, and when the man returns we must tell him Dschemila is dead. Very soon the bridegroom came back, bringing with him carpets and soft cushions for the house of his bride. And as he entered the town Dschemila's father met him, saying, 'Greeting to you. She is dead.
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