A rich merchant had two wives, one with a son marked by a distinctive forelock. Favoritism sparked jealousy, leading the childless wife to scheme. The boy was traded to another merchant in exchange for a crow, sparking a series of dramatic revelations. Ultimately, through cunning and perseverance, the child revealed his identity and reunited with his true family, restoring justice and harmony.
Source
Moorish Literature
romantic ballads, tales of the Berbers,
stories of the Kabyles, folk-lore,
and national traditions
The Colonial Press,
London, New York, 1901
► Themes of the story
Family Dynamics: The narrative explores complex relationships within the family, including jealousy and favoritism between the two wives.
Cunning and Deception: The childless wife’s deceitful actions drive the plot, highlighting themes of manipulation and betrayal.
Revenge and Justice: The story culminates in the restoration of justice as the boy uncovers the deceit and reclaims his rightful place in the family.
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Translated by J. Rivière
and Chauncey C. Starkweather
A man had two wives. He was a rich merchant. One of them had a son whose forehead was curved with a forelock. Her husband said to her:
“Don’t work any more, but only take care of the child. The other wife will do all the work.”
One day he went to market. The childless wife said to the other, “Go, get some water.”
“No,” she answered, “our husband does not want me to work.”
“Go, get some water, I tell you.”
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And the woman went to the fountain. On the way she met a crow half dead with fatigue. A merchant who was passing took it up and carried it away. He arrived before the house of the woman who had gone to the fountain, and there found the second woman.
“Give something to this crow,” demanded the merchant.
“Give it to me,” she answered, “and I will make you rich.”
“What will you give me?” asked the merchant.
“A child,” replied the woman.
The merchant refused, and said to her, “Where did you steal it?”
“From whom did I steal it?” she cried. “It is my own son.”
“Bring him.”
She brought the child to him, and the merchant left her the crow and took the boy to his home and soon became very, rich. The mother came back from the fountain. The other woman said:
“Where is your son? Listen, he is crying, that son of yours.”
“He is not crying,” she answered.
“You don’t know how to amuse him. I’ll go and take him.”
“Leave him alone,” said the mother. “He is asleep.”
They ground some wheat, and the child did not appear to wake up.
At this the husband returned from the market and said to the mother, “Why don’t you busy yourself looking after your son?” Then she arose to take him, and found a crow in the cradle. The other woman cried:
“This is the mother of a crow! Take it into the other house; sprinkle it with hot water.” She went to the other house and poured hot water on the crow.
Meanwhile, the child called the merchant his father and the merchant’s wife his mother. One day the merchant set off on a journey. His mother brought some food to him in the room where he was confined.
“My son,” she said, “will you promise not to betray me?”
“You are my mother,” answered the child; “I will not betray you.”
“Only promise me.”
“I promise not to betray you.”
“Well, know that I am not your mother and my husband is not your father.”
The merchant came home from his journey and took the child some food, but he would not eat it.
“Why won’t you eat?” asked the merchant. “Could your mother have been here?”
“No,” answered the child, “she has not been here.”
The merchant went to his wife and said to her, “Could you have gone up to the child’s chamber?”
The woman answered, “I did not go up to the room.”
The merchant carried food to the child, who said: “For the love of God, I adjure you to tell me if you are my father and if your wife is my mother.”
The merchant answered: “My son, I am not your father and my wife is not your mother.”
The child said to her, “Prepare us some food.”
When she had prepared the food the child mounted a horse and the merchant a mule. They proceeded a long way, and arrived at the village of which the real father of the child was the chief. They entered his house. They gave food to the child, and said, “Eat.”
“I will not eat until the other woman comes up here.”
“Eat. She is a bad woman.”
“No, let her come up.” They called her. The merchant ran to the child.
“Why do you act thus toward her?”
“Oh!” cried those present, “she had a child that was changed into a crow.”
“No doubt,” said the merchant; “but the child had a mark.”
“Yes, he had one.”
“Well, if we find it, we shall recognize the child. Put out the lamp.” They put it out. The child threw off its hood. They lighted the lamp again.
“Rejoice,” cried the child, “I am your son!”
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