“But the book in which I have read this account,” said the emperor, “was sent to me by the great and mighty emperor of Japan, and therefore it cannot contain a falsehood. “Your Imperial Majesty,” said he, “cannot believe everything contained in books sometimes they are only fiction, or what is called the black art.” So he returned to the emperor, and said that it must be a fable, invented by those who had written the book. “I have never heard of her,” said the cavalier, “yet I will endeavour to find her.”īut where was the nightingale to be found? The nobleman went upstairs and down, through halls and passages yet none of those whom he met had heard of the bird. “The whole world knows what I possess better than I do myself.” “It is my pleasure that she shall appear this evening,” said the emperor.
“I have never heard the name,” replied the cavalier, “she has not been presented at court.” “There is a very wonderful bird mentioned here, called a nightingale,” said the emperor, “they say it is the best thing in my large kingdom. Then he called one of his lords-in-waiting, who was so high-bred, that when any in an inferior rank to himself spoke to him, or asked him a question, he would answer, “Pooh,” which means nothing.
Something, it appears, may be learnt from books.” Is there such a bird in my empire? Even in my garden? I have never heard of it. But when he came to the words, “the nightingale is the most beautiful of all,” he exclaimed, “What is this? I know nothing of any nightingale. The books travelled all over the world, and some of them came into the hands of the emperor and he sat in his golden chair, and as he read, he nodded his approval every moment, for it pleased him to find such a beautiful description of his city, his palace, and his gardens. And those who could write poetry composed beautiful verses about the nightingale, who lived in a forest near the deep sea. And the travellers, on their return home, related what they had seen and learned men wrote books, containing descriptions of the town, the palace, and the gardens but they did not forget the nightingale, which was really the greatest wonder. Travellers from every country in the world came to the city of the emperor, which they admired very much, as well as the palace and gardens but when they heard the nightingale, they all declared it to be the best of all. Then they would hear it again, and exclaim, “Oh, how beautiful is the nightingale’s song!” Sometimes, when they went at night to spread their nets, they would hear her sing, and say, “Oh, is not that beautiful?” But when they returned to their fishing, they forgot the bird until the next night. In one of these trees lived a nightingale, who sang so beautifully that even the poor fishermen, who had so many other things to do, would stop and listen. Those who travelled beyond its limits knew that there was a noble forest, with lofty trees, sloping down to the deep blue sea, and the great ships sailed under the shadow of its branches. Indeed, everything in the emperor’s garden was remarkable, and it extended so far that the gardener himself did not know where it ended. In the garden could be seen the most singular flowers, with pretty silver bells tied to them, which tinkled so that every one who passed could not help noticing the flowers. It was built entirely of porcelain, and very costly, but so delicate and brittle that whoever touched it was obliged to be careful.
The emperor’s palace was the most beautiful in the world. The story I am going to tell you happened a great many years ago in China, so it is well to hear it now before it is forgotten.
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