The Story of Dervish

A hunter killed in the mountains a stag, and began to skin it. He

then hung the skin on a bush, and went down to a stream to wash the

blood from his hands. When he came back, he found to his surprise that

the dead stag had come to life, and was bounding away. When he had

recovered from his astonishment, he chased the beast, but could not

overtake it, and it was soon lost to sight. He met a wayfarer, briefly

told him the story, and asked if he had ever seen a stag without a

skin. 'I have never seen a stag without a skin, but I do not wonder

at your story. Near here there is a healing spring where any beast,

even if wounded unto death, can be cured by bathing. Your stag probably

bathed there, and is now sound and well. But if you want to know more

about this wonderful country of ours, seek out a man called Dervish,

and he will tell you things that will soon make you forget all about

the stag.' 'Where can I find this Dervish?' asked the hunter. 'Go

from village to village, and look into every courtyard, and when you

see a man smoking a pipe, with an ass and a she-ass bound before him,

ask him.'

The hunter went away, and, after a long search, found Dervish, who

told him the following story:--

'I was married,' said Dervish, 'and loved my wife, but she deceived

me with my next-door neighbour. When I heard of this I questioned my

wife, but, instead of answering, she struck me with a whip, and, to my

horror, I was turned into a dog. My wife drove me out into the yard,

and for shame I ran away. On the road I suffered hunger, thirst, and

despair, and, for the first time in my life, I knew what it was to be

powerless, and realised what a great difference there is between man

and beast. When I opened my mouth and tried to speak, I only barked

and howled. I tried to stand on my hind legs, and walk like a man,

but I fell either backwards or forwards. Then I jumped about, and did

this so easily and briskly that I regained my spirits, and came to

think that even a dog's life had its pleasures. While I was merrily

jumping, I unexpectedly saw a man. He looked at me and I at him. The

man smiled, and I ran up to him, but he was afraid, and lifted his

stick to strike me. We both moved away from each other. I wanted to

speak, but I barked, and the man raised his stick again. I then began

to frolic and jump, and the man smiled again, and let me come up to

him. I understood how dog and man are always the best of friends, and

in my mind I thanked my wicked wife that she had turned me into a dog,

and not some other beast, a pig, for instance. The man who beckoned

me to come to him was a good village priest, and we soon became great

friends. He caressed me, gave me something to eat, and I went away

with him. The kind-hearted priest, overcome by the heat, lay down to

rest under a tree, and I wished to do the same, but the priest said:

"Watch over me!" so I did not go to sleep, rightly thinking that if

the priest woke and found me asleep he would give me no more bread,

and perhaps would drive me away. Ah! the beginning of my dog life

was grievous. In the evening, the priest stopped to sleep with some

shepherds who were watching their flocks. The shepherds, to show

honour to their pastor, killed a lamb for supper, got wine, and made

merry. Though I took no direct part in the feast, I kept close behind

my master. After supper, one of the shepherds looked at me, and said:

"This dog must be fond of wine, for he never takes his eyes from the

glass, and now and then he licks his lips." I nodded my head several

times. Then the shepherds poured me out some wine in a plate, and I

lapped it up with pleasure. When they were all asleep, wolves came and

attacked the sheep. The shepherds' dogs barked, but did not dare to

attack the wolves; I rose and killed three wolves on the spot. When the

shepherds saw this, they offered the priest a good price for me, and

he finally sold me. Before long I had killed a vast number of wolves,

and the fame of me reached the ears of the king of the country. I was

brought and taken to the palace, to the sick daughter of the king,

who was tormented at night by brownies. Every morning the princess

woke exhausted and enfeebled. On the first night of my watch, I saw

swans enter the bedchamber through the closed doors, they choked and

trampled upon the sleeping princess. I was chained up, and could do

nothing to help the poor maiden. In the morning, I was scolded for not

having done anything, but one of the courtiers defended me, saying:

"He is a good dog, but he must be unchained, and then we shall see

what he can do." Next night the swans came again. I killed ten of

them, but the eleventh asked me to spare her, saying she would help

me in the matter of my wife and our neighbour. I trusted the swan,

and let her go. To my delight, the princess rose healthy and merry

next morning. The king was exceedingly pleased with me, and ordered

me to have a heavy gold chain, and to be fed right royally. I lived

well in the palace, but I longed to see my home and wife again, so I

soon ran away. When I entered my own house, my wife took off my gold

chain, struck me with her whip, and turned me into a duck. I flew into

a field near by, where millet had been sown, and, being inexperienced,

was caught at once in nets laid by a peasant. The peasant took me under

his arm, and gave me to his wife, telling her to cook me for dinner. As

soon as the peasant had gone out, the woman looked at me intently,

and then took down from the wall a whip, with which she struck me,

and turned me into a man again, saying: "Have I helped you or not? We

were twelve sisters, you killed ten of us, I am the eleventh, and your

wife is the twelfth. Now go home, take the whip which hangs over your

wife's bed, strike her and your neighbour with it, and you can turn

them into any kind of beasts that you wish." I went in late at night,

when my wife and the neighbour were both asleep, I struck them with

the whip, and turned my wife into an ass, and the man into a she-ass,

and here they are.' The hunter was terrified when he heard this story

of Dervish, he ran away from the enchanted mountain realm as fast as

he could, and resolved never to go back there again.