Chimera by John Barth Read Free Book Online Page B

mimic. The harem girls, when I used them, only reminded me of how much I preferred my wife; often as not I’d dismiss them in mid-clip and call her in for the finish.
    “When my brother summoned me here to visit that first time, much as I longed to see him it was all I could do to leave my bride behind; we made our first goodbyes; then I was as overjoyed as I imagined she’d be when I discovered that I’d forgotten a diamond necklace I’d meant to present to Shahryar’s queen. I rushed back to the palace myself instead of sending after it, so that we could make love once again before I left—and I found her in our bed, riding astride the chief cook! Her last words were ‘Next time invite me ‘; I cut them both in two, four halves in all, not to seem a wittol; came here and found my sister-in-law cuckolding my brother with the blackamoor Sa’ad al-Din Saood, who swung from trees, slavered and gibbered, and sported a yard that made mine look like your little finger. Kings no more, Shahryar and I left together by the postern gate, resolved to kill ourselves as the most wretched fools on earth if our misery was particular. One day as we were wandering in the marshes, far from the paths of men, devouring our own souls, we saw what we thought was a waterspout coming up the bay, and climbed a loblolly pine for safety. It turned out to be that famous ifrit of your sister’s story: he took the steel coffer out of his casket, unlocked the seven locks with seven keys, fetched out and futtered the girl he’d stolen on her wedding night, and fell asleep in her lap; she signaled us to come down and ordered us both to cuckold the ifrit with her then and there. Who says a man can’t be forced? We did our best, and she added our seal rings to the five hundred seventy she’d already collected. We understood then that no woman on earth who wants a rogering will go unrogered, though she be sealed up in a tower of brass.
    “So. When I’d first told my brother of my own cuckolding, he’d vowed that in my position he’d not have rested till he’d killed a thousand women: now we went back to his palace; he put to death his queen and all his concubines and their lovers, and we took a solemn oath to rape and kill a virgin a night, so as never again to be deceived. I came home to Samarkand, wondering at the turns of our despair: how a private apocalypse can infect the state and bring about one more general, et cetera. With this latter motive, more than for revenge on womankind, I resolved to hold to our dreadful policy until my kingdom fell to ruin or an outraged populace rose up and slew me.
    “But unlike Shahryar, I said nothing at first to my vizier, only told him to fetch me a beautiful virgin for the night. Not knowing that I meant to kill her in the morning, he brought me his own daughter, a girl I knew well and had long admired, Samarkand’s equivalent of Scheherazade. I assumed he was pandering to his own advancement, and smiled at the thought of putting them to death together; I soon learned, however, from the woman herself, that it was her own idea to come to me—and her motive, unlike your sister’s, was simple love. I undressed and fell to toying with her; she wept; I asked what ailed her: it was not being separated from her sister, but being alone at last with me, the fulfillment of her lifelong dream. I found myself much touched by this and, to my surprise, impotent. Stalling for time, I remarked that such dreams could turn out to be nightmares. She embraced me timidly and replied that she deplored my murdering my wife and her paramour, both of whom she’d known and rather liked, for though in a general way she sympathized with my disenchanted outrage, she believed she understood as well my wife’s motives for cuckolding me, which in her view were not all that different, essentially, from the ifrit’s maiden’s in the story. Despite my anger, she went on bravely to declare that she herself took what she called