Once upon a time . . . a beggar in faraway Persia had a stroke of luck.
After a sudden flood, the fast-flowing river near the capital city shrank
to its old bed, leaving mud and sllme behind it on the banks. In the dirt,
beggar caught slght of a sparkling red stone. He picked it up and hurried
to visit one of his friends who worked in the royal kitchens.
"How many dinners would you give me for this shining stone?" he
"But this is a ruby!" exclaimed the cook. "You must take
it to the Shah at
once!" So next day, the beggar took the stone to the Shah, who asked
"Where did you find this?"
"Lying in the mud on the bank of the river, Sire! he said.
"Hmm!" mused the Shah. "Now why did the great river leave
such a treasure
to you? I'll give you a bag of gold for the stone. Will that do?" The
could scarcely belleve his ears.
"Sire, this is the most wonderful day of my life," he stammered.
Before the Shah locked the big stone in his treasure box, he called Fatima,
his daughter and said: "This is the biggest ruby I've ever seen. I
it to you for your 18th birthday!"
Fatima admired the gem in her hand and happily threw her arms round her
"It's marvellous! Thank you so much. I know it will bring me good luck!"
Some months later, on Fatima's birthday, the Shah went to fetch the ruby
promised. But when he lifted the lid of the box, he leapt in surprise, for
stepped a handsome young man, who smilingly said, "The ruby you want
exists! I've taken its place. I'm the Ruby Prince. Please don't ask me how
this miracle took place. It's a secret I can never tell!"
When the Shah got over his shock, he went into a towering rage.
"I lose a precious gem, find a prince, and l'm not allowed to ask the
reason why?" he roared.
"I'm sorry, Sire," replied the prince, "but nothing and nobody
will make me
tell how I got here."
Furious at these words, the Shah instantly decided to punish the young man
for his impertinence.
"Since you've taken the place of my ruby," he thundered, "you
are now my
servant, I presume."
"Of course, Sire," replied the young man confidently.
"Good!" exclaimed the Shah. "Then take my gold sword. I'll
reward you with
the hand of my daughter Fatima if you succeed in killing the dragon of Death
Valley that's stopping the caravans from passing through the forest."
As it happens, many a brave young man had lost his life trying to kill the
terrible dragon, and the Shah was quite sure that the Ruby Prince would
Armed with the Shah's sword, the Ruby Prince set off for Death Valley. When
he reached the edge of the thick dark forest, he loudly called for the dragon
to show itself. But the only reply was the echo of his own voice. He leant
against a tree trunk and was about to drop off to sleep when the sound of
snapping branches brought him to his feet. A frightful hissing grew louder
louder and the earth trembled. The terrible dragon was on its way.
Before him the huge horrible beast reared with open jaws. Unlike all the
other brave warriors who had gone before him, the prince stoutly stood his
ground; he took a step forward and struck first one heavy blow at the dragon's
throat, then another, till at last the monster lay dead at his feet.
When he returned to the palace carrying the dragon s head, the Ruby Prince
was hailed as a hero. And so Fatima and the Ruby Prince were married and
happily together. However, as time passed, Fatima became more and more curious
about her husband's past.
"I know nothing about you," she complained. "At least tell
me who you
really are and where you once lived!"
But every time the Ruby Prince heard such remarks, he went white and said,
"I can't tell you. You mustn't ask, or you'll run the risk of losing
But Fatima was tormented by the desire to know. One day, as they sat by
river that flowed through the Shah's gardens, Fatima pleaded with him to
reveal his secret.
White-faced, the young man replied, "I can't!"
But Fatima only pleaded more: "Oh, please! Please tell me!"
"You know I can't . . ."
The Ruby Prince hesitated, gazing at his dearly loved wife and gently
stroking her hair. Then he made his decision.
"I don't want to see you suffer like this. If you really must know,
I'll tell you that I'm . . ."
At the very second he was about to reveal his secret, a huge wave swept
into the river and dragged him under the water.
The horrified Princess rushed vainly along the bank, crying loudly for her
husband. But he had vanished. Fatima called the guards and even the Shah
himself ran up to comfort her. But the Princess became very depressed, for
knew that her foollsh questioning had been the cause of the tragedy. One
her favourite handmaiden hurried up to her.
"Your Highness!" she exclaimed. "I saw the most amazing thing
last night. A
host of tiny lights appeared on the river, then a thousand little genies
draped the river bank with flowers. Such a handsome young man then began
to dance in honour of an old man who seemed to be a king. And beside the
a young man with a ruby on his forehead. I thought he was . . ."
Fatima's heart leapt: could the young man with the ruby be her husband?
That night, the Princess and her handmaiden went into the garden and hid
behind a tree close to the water's edge. On the stroke of midnight, tiny
lights began to twinkle on the river, then a stately old man with a white
beard, dressed in a golden robe and holding a sceptre, rose from the water.
In the young man beside the throne, Fatima recognlzed her husband. Covering
her face with her vell, she left her hiding place and gracefully began to
dance. Wild applause greeted her at the end. Then from the throne came a
"For such a divine dance, ask us whatever you wlsh for and it will
Fatima tore the veil from her face and cried, "Give me back myhusband!"
The old king rose to his feet. "The King of the Waters of Persia gave
word. Take back your husband, the Ruby Prince. But do not forget how you
him and be wiser in future!"
Then the waters opened once more and closed over the King and his Court,
leaving Fatima and the Ruby Prince on the bank, reunited and happy at last.