Edmund Dulac: illustrations to Stories from the Arabian Nights, II

THE STORY OF THE KING OF THE EBONY ISLES

The Queen of the Ebony Isles.

 Supposing me asleep, they began to talk.

 The cup of wine which she gives him each night contains a sleeping-draught.

She went on to vent her malice upon the city and islands.

 Began to heap upon me terms of the most violent and shameful abuse.

 Thus by her wicked machinations the city became a lake.

 Great was the astonishment of the Vizier and the Sultan's escort.

THE STORY OF THE WICKED HALF-BROTHERS

 There appeared before him an old man of venerable appearance.

Pirouzè, the fairest and most honourably born.

Reaching his farthest wounded the giant in the knee.

 The lady advanced to meet him.

THE STORY OF THE PRINCESS OF DERYABAR

A city among the Isles named Deryabar.

Presently in the distance he perceived a light.

The ship struck upon a rock.

And presently, feeling myself lifted by men's hands.

The Princess of Deryabar.

She found to her grief the place where Codadad had lain left vacant.

She and her companion arrived at the city of Harran.

 And taking her hand he led her to the apartments of the Queen Pirouzè.

After these, maidens on white horses, with heads unveiled, bearing in their hands baskets of precious stones.