The witches told him to follow the trail that was lightly sewn through the sparkly sands. The violet sky and the ripples of the velvet pearl moon twirled and danced upon the silvery bronze valleys below... causing shadows to form and wizards to rise within their magical embellished castles.
There was a burning blaze within his eye and yet the severe and shadow faced knight and his black Andalusian horse... stood proudly, unmoving ... unflinching.. like marbled statues admiring the great quilts and crests that fell and rose like waves of a fairy dust ocean.
the Oman glittering velvet lay before them.... Their opaque figures silhouetted against the diamond fettered dark desert sky... exuded a sinister and deathly wisdom.
Could one dare to venture alone, into such a forbidding dream, or mystical adventure, forgetting all he knew, and all he was destined to know as he changed his fate by choosing the path that the witches had led him to...
He was seeking the valley of the "Maghrebi djinn"... for some unknown reason that lay deep within his silent, stormy heart. The desert wind was as swift as a dagger...and yet he was the desert lord and he thus had the power to command the thunderous breath of the heavens to cease, and they ceased and then he rode on.
the azure pendants twinkled upon his dark, wind ragged cape and his black horse trotted with dainty hoof across the sand swept blankets, , quietly , softly and then suddenly the horse paused beneath the glimmering diamond sky.
a frail light could be seen from afar.. The knight swept a large hand across his soot smudged forehead and sighed, a deep, hollow sigh. He was angry that the witches had led him so far astray..
"what were those old hags thinking, hey my girl?" he said in a friendly tone to his now docile rather sleepy horse ...
she didn't reply so he gently patted her soft and velvety mane... she then whinnied and snorted and plodded on without even the command to do so... his horse headed in the direction of the flickering far glow of light that lay within the deserts unraveling beyond.
they found a tent glowing in the rippling breeze of the night. There were candle lights quivering from within and the shadows of a creature seemingly floating with them. The sweet scent of roasted cinnamon and chocolate floated throughout the cool air, He dismounted from his mare and led her to a wooden stand to tie her. After this he approached the tent entrance... he heard a bubbling of some kind... perhaps the sound of something cooking on the stove.
from within the sound of a woman singing could be softly heard...
“wasawf yatazawajuni almalik wayuetini qubaeatah ~ “
“How beautiful that sounds” said the knight as he stepped towards the tent.
This was the only part of the tale remaining to date... nothing more has been found since......
~ translated from Arabic *and the king will marry me and he'll give me his hat *
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