your eyebrows, which disfigure you so much that you look more like a bear than a man.”
The dervish did not oppose the offer, and when the prince had cut off as much hair as he thought fit, he perceived that the dervish had a good complexion, and that he was not as old as he seemed. “Good dervish,” said he, “if I had a glass I would show you how young you look: you are now a man, but before, nobody could tell what you were.”
The kind behaviour of Prince Bahman made the dervish smile and return his compliment. “Sir,” said he, “whoever you are, I am obliged by the good office you have performed, and am ready to show my gratitude by doing anything in my power for you. You must have alighted here upon some account or other. Tell me what it is, and I will endeavour to serve you.”
“Good dervish,” replied Prince Bahman, “I am in search of the Talking Bird, the Singing Tree, and the Golden Water; I know these three rarities are not far from hence, but cannot tell exactly the place where they are to be found; if you know, I conjure you to show me the way, that I may not lose my labour after so long a journey.”
The prince, while he spoke, observed that the dervish changed countenance, held down his eyes, looked very serious, and remained silent, which obliged him to say to him again: ‘‘Good father, tell me whether you know what I ask you, that I may not lose my time, but inform myself somewhere else.”
At last the dervish broke silence. ‘‘Sir,’’ said he to Prince Bahman, “I know the way you ask of me; but the regard which I conceived for you the first moment I saw you, and which is grown stronger by the service you have done me, kept me in suspense as to whether I should give you the satisfaction you desire.” “What motive can hinder you?” replied the prince; “and
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