Граф Монте-Крісто

Italy: Sinbad the Sailor.

           Franzdidnotdisturbhimwhilstheabsorbedhisfavoritesweetmeat,butwhenhehadfinished,heinquired"What,then,isthispreciousstuff?"

           "Didyoueverhear,"hereplied,"oftheOldManoftheMountain,whoattemptedtoassassinatePhilipAugustus?"

           "OfcourseIhave."

           "Well,youknowhereignedoverarichvalleywhichwasoverhungbythemountainwhencehederivedhispicturesquename.InthisvalleyweremagnificentgardensplantedbyHassen-ben-Sabah,andinthesegardensisolatedpavilions.Intothesepavilionsheadmittedtheelect,andthere,saysMarcoPolo,gavethemtoeatacertainherb,whichtransportedthemtoParadise,inthemidstofever-bloomingshrubs,ever-ripefruit,andever-lovelyvirgins.Whatthesehappypersonstookforrealitywasbutadream;butitwasadreamsosoft,sovoluptuous,soenthralling,thattheysoldthemselvesbodyandsoultohimwhogaveittothem,andobedienttohisordersastothoseofadeity,struckdownthedesignatedvictim,diedintorturewithoutamurmur,believingthatthedeaththeyunderwentwasbutaquicktransitiontothatlifeofdelightsofwhichtheholyherb,nowbeforeyou,hadgiventhemaslightforetaste."

           "Then,"criedFranz,"itishashish!Iknowthatbynameatleast.

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