THIS, O my Best Beloved, is a story—a new and a wonderful story—a
story quite different from the other stories—a story about The Most
Wise Sovereign Suleiman-bin-Daoud—Solomon the Son of David.
There are three hundred and fifty-five stories about Suleiman-bin-Daoud;
but this is not one of them. It is not the story of the Lapwing who found
the Water; or the Hoopoe who shaded Suleimanbin-Daoud from the heat. It is
not the story of the Glass Pavement, or the Ruby with the Crooked Hole, or
the Gold Bars of Balkis. It is the story of the Butterfly that Stamped.
Now attend all over again and listen!
Suleiman-bin-Daoud was wise. He understood what the beasts said, what the
birds said, what the fishes said, and what the insects said. He understood
what the rocks said deep under the earth when they bowed in towards each
other and groaned; and he understood what the trees said when they rustled
in the middle of the morning. He understood everything, from the bishop on
the bench to the hyssop on the wall, and Balkis, his Head Queen, the Most
Beautiful Queen Balkis, was nearly as wise as he was.
Suleiman-bin-Daoud was strong. Upon the third finger of the right hand he
wore a ring. When he turned it once, Afrits and Djinns came Out of the
earth to do whatever he told them. When he turned it twice, Fairies came
down from the sky to do whatever he told them; and when he turned it three
times, the very great angel Azrael of the Sword came dressed as a
water-carrier, and told him the news of the three worlds, Above—Below—and
And yet Suleiman-bin-Daoud was not proud. He very seldom showed off, and
when he did he was sorry for it. Once he tried to feed all the animals in
all the world in one day, but when the food was ready an Animal came out
of the deep sea and ate it up in three mouthfuls. Suleiman-bin-Daoud was
very surprised and said, 'O Animal, who are you?' And the Animal said, 'O
King, live for ever! I am the smallest of thirty thousand brothers, and
our home is at the bottom of the sea. We heard that you were going to feed
all the animals in all the world, and my brothers sent me to ask when
dinner would be ready.' Suleiman-bin-Daoud was more surprised than ever
and said, 'O Animal, you have eaten all the dinner that I made ready for
all the animals in the world.' And the Animal said, 'O King, live for
ever, but do you really call that a dinner? Where I come from we each eat
twice as much as that between meals.' Then Suleiman-bin-Daoud fell flat on
his face and said, 'O Animal! I gave that dinner to show what a great and
rich king I was, and not because I really wanted to be kind to the
animals. Now I am ashamed, and it serves me right. Suleiman-bin-Daoud was
a really truly wise man, Best Beloved. After that he never forgot that it
was silly to show off; and now the real story part of my story begins.
He married ever so many wifes. He married nine hundred and ninety-nine
wives, besides the Most Beautiful Balkis; and they all lived in a great
golden palace in the middle of a lovely garden with fountains. He didn't
really want nine-hundred and ninety-nine wives, but in those days
everybody married ever so many wives, and of course the King had to marry
ever so many more just to show that he was the King.
Some of the wives were nice, but some were simply horrid, and the horrid
ones quarrelled with the nice ones and made them horrid too, and then they
would all quarrel with Suleiman-bin-Daoud, and that was horrid for him.
But Balkis the Most Beautiful never quarrelled with Suleiman-bin-Daoud.
She loved him too much. She sat in her rooms in the Golden Palace, or
walked in the Palace garden, and was truly sorry for him.
Of course if he had chosen to turn his ring on his finger and call up the
Djinns and the Afrits they would have magicked all those nine hundred and
ninety-nine quarrelsome wives into white mules of the desert or greyhounds
or pomegranate seeds; but Suleiman-bin-Daoud thought that that would be
showing off. So, when they quarrelled too much, he only walked by himself
in one part of the beautiful Palace gardens and wished he had never been
One day, when they had quarrelled for three weeks—all nine hundred
and ninety-nine wives together—Suleiman-bin-Daoud went out for peace
and quiet as usual; and among the orange trees he met Balkis the Most
Beautiful, very sorrowful because Suleiman-bin-Daoud was so worried. And
she said to him, 'O my Lord and Light of my Eyes, turn the ring upon your
finger and show these Queens of Egypt and Mesopotamia and Persia and China
that you are the great and terrible King.' But Suleiman-bin-Daoud shook
his head and said, 'O my Lady and Delight of my Life, remember the Animal
that came out of the sea and made me ashamed before all the animals in all
the world because I showed off. Now, if I showed off before these Queens
of Persia and Egypt and Abyssinia and China, merely because they worry me,
I might be made even more ashamed than I have been.'
And Balkis the Most Beautiful said, 'O my Lord and Treasure of my Soul,
what will you do?'
And Suleiman-bin-Daoud said, 'O my Lady and Content of my Heart, I shall
continue to endure my fate at the hands of these nine hundred and
ninety-nine Queens who vex me with their continual quarrelling.'
So he went on between the lilies and the loquats and the roses and the
cannas and the heavy-scented ginger-plants that grew in the garden, till
he came to the great camphor-tree that was called the Camphor Tree of
Suleiman-bin-Daoud. But Balkis hid among the tall irises and the spotted
bamboos and the red lillies behind the camphor-tree, so as to be near her
own true love, Suleiman-bin-Daoud.
Presently two Butterflies flew under the tree, quarrelling.
Suleiman-bin-Daoud heard one say to the other, 'I wonder at your
presumption in talking like this to me. Don't you know that if I stamped
with my foot all Suleiman-bin-Daoud's Palace and this garden here would
immediately vanish in a clap of thunder.'
Then Suleiman-bin-Daoud forgot his nine hundred and ninety-nine bothersome
wives, and laughed, till the camphor-tree shook, at the Butterfly's boast.
And he held out his finger and said, 'Little man, come here.'
The Butterfly was dreadfully frightened, but he managed to fly up to the
hand of Suleiman-bin-Daoud, and clung there, fanning himself.
Suleiman-bin-Daoud bent his head and whispered very softly, 'Little man,
you know that all your stamping wouldn't bend one blade of grass. What
made you tell that awful fib to your wife?—for doubtless she is your
The Butterfly looked at Suleiman-bin-Daoud and saw the most wise King's
eye twinkle like stars on a frosty night, and he picked up his courage
with both wings, and he put his head on one side and said, 'O King, live
for ever. She is my wife; and you know what wives are like.
Suleiman-bin-Daoud smiled in his beard and said, 'Yes, I know, little
'One must keep them in order somehow, said the Butterfly, and she has been
quarrelling with me all the morning. I said that to quiet her.'
And Suleiman-bin-Daoud said, 'May it quiet her. Go back to your wife,
little brother, and let me hear what you say.'
Back flew the Butterfly to his wife, who was all of a twitter behind a
leaf, and she said, 'He heard you! Suleiman-bin-Daoud himself heard you!'
'Heard me!' said the Butterfly. 'Of course he did. I meant him to hear
'And what did he say? Oh, what did he say?'
'Well,' said the Butterfly, fanning himself most importantly, 'between you
and me, my dear—of course I don't blame him, because his Palace must
have cost a great deal and the oranges are just ripening,—he asked
me not to stamp, and I promised I wouldn't.'
'Gracious!' said his wife, and sat quite quiet; but Suleiman-bin-Daoud
laughed till the tears ran down his face at the impudence of the bad
Balkis the Most Beautiful stood up behind the tree among the red lilies
and smiled to herself, for she had heard all this talk. She thought, 'If I
am wise I can yet save my Lord from the persecutions of these quarrelsome
Queens,' and she held out her finger and whispered softly to the
Butterfly's Wife, 'Little woman, come here.' Up flew the Butterfly's Wife,
very frightened, and clung to Balkis's white hand.
Balkis bent her beautiful head down and whispered, 'Little woman, do you
believe what your husband has just said?'
The Butterfly's Wife looked at Balkis, and saw the most beautiful Queen's
eyes shining like deep pools with starlight on them, and she picked up her
courage with both wings and said, 'O Queen, be lovely for ever. You know
what men-folk are like.'
And the Queen Balkis, the Wise Balkis of Sheba, put her hand to her lips
to hide a smile and said, 'Little sister, I know.'
'They get angry,' said the Butterfly's Wife, fanning herself quickly,
'over nothing at all, but we must humour them, O Queen. They never mean
half they say. If it pleases my husband to believe that I believe he can
make Suleiman-bin-Daoud's Palace disappear by stamping his foot, I'm sure
I don't care. He'll forget all about it to-morrow.'
'Little sister,' said Balkis, 'you are quite right; but next time he
begins to boast, take him at his word. Ask him to stamp, and see what will
happen. We know what men-folk are like, don't we? He'll be very much
Away flew the Butterfly's Wife to her husband, and in five minutes they
were quarrelling worse than ever.
'Remember!' said the Butterfly. 'Remember what I can do if I stamp my
'I don't believe you one little bit,' said the Butterfly's Wife. 'I should
very much like to see it done. Suppose you stamp now.'
'I promised Suleiman-bin-Daoud that I wouldn't,' said the Butterfly, 'and
I don't want to break my promise.'
'It wouldn't matter if you did,' said his wife. 'You couldn't bend a blade
of grass with your stamping. I dare you to do it,' she said. Stamp! Stamp!
Suleiman-bin-Daoud, sitting under the camphor-tree, heard every word of
this, and he laughed as he had never laughed in his life before. He forgot
all about his Queens; he forgot all about the Animal that came out of the
sea; he forgot about showing off. He just laughed with joy, and Balkis, on
the other side of the tree, smiled because her own true love was so
Presently the Butterfly, very hot and puffy, came whirling back under the
shadow of the camphor-tree and said to Suleiman, 'She wants me to stamp!
She wants to see what will happen, O Suleiman-bin-Daoud! You know I can't
do it, and now she'll never believe a word I say. She'll laugh at me to
the end of my days!'
'No, little brother,' said Suleiman-bin-Daoud, 'she will never laugh at
you again,' and he turned the ring on his finger—just for the little
Butterfly's sake, not for the sake of showing off,—and, lo and
behold, four huge Djinns came out of the earth!
'Slaves,' said Suleiman-bin-Daoud, 'when this gentleman on my finger'
(that was where the impudent Butterfly was sitting) 'stamps his left front
forefoot you will make my Palace and these gardens disappear in a clap of
thunder. When he stamps again you will bring them back carefully.'
'Now, little brother,' he said, 'go back to your wife and stamp all you've
a mind to.'
Away flew the Butterfly to his wife, who was crying, 'I dare you to do it!
I dare you to do it! Stamp! Stamp now! Stamp!' Balkis saw the four vast
Djinns stoop down to the four corners of the gardens with the Palace in
the middle, and she clapped her hands softly and said, 'At last
Suleiman-bin-Daoud will do for the sake of a Butterfly what he ought to
have done long ago for his own sake, and the quarrelsome Queens will be
The the butterfly stamped. The Djinns jerked the Palace and the gardens a
thousand miles into the air: there was a most awful thunder-clap, and
everything grew inky-black. The Butterfly's Wife fluttered about in the
dark, crying, 'Oh, I'll be good! I'm so sorry I spoke. Only bring the
gardens back, my dear darling husband, and I'll never contradict again.'
The Butterfly was nearly as frightened as his wife, and Suleiman-bin-Daoud
laughed so much that it was several minutes before he found breath enough
to whisper to the Butterfly, 'Stamp again, little brother. Give me back my
Palace, most great magician.'
'Yes, give him back his Palace,' said the Butterfly's Wife, still flying
about in the dark like a moth. 'Give him back his Palace, and don't let's
have any more horrid.magic.'
'Well, my dear,' said the Butterfly as bravely as he could, 'you see what
your nagging has led to. Of course it doesn't make any difference to me—I'm
used to this kind of thing—but as a favour to you and to
Suleiman-bin-Daoud I don't mind putting things right.'
So he stamped once more, and that instant the Djinns let down the Palace
and the gardens, without even a bump. The sun shone on the dark-green
orange leaves; the fountains played among the pink Egyptian lilies; the
birds went on singing, and the Butterfly's Wife lay on her side under the
camphor-tree waggling her wings and panting, 'Oh, I'll be good! I'll be
Suleiman-bin-Daolld could hardly speak for laughing. He leaned back all
weak and hiccoughy, and shook his finger at the Butterfly and said, 'O
great wizard, what is the sense of returning to me my Palace if at the
same time you slay me with mirth!'
Then came a terrible noise, for all the nine hundred and ninety-nine
Queens ran out of the Palace shrieking and shouting and calling for their
babies. They hurried down the great marble steps below the fountain, one
hundred abreast, and the Most Wise Balkis went statelily forward to meet
them and said, 'What is your trouble, O Queens?'
They stood on the marble steps one hundred abreast and shouted, 'What is
our trouble? We were living peacefully in our golden palace, as is our
custom, when upon a sudden the Palace disappeared, and we were left
sitting in a thick and noisome darkness; and it thundered, and Djinns and
Afrits moved about in the darkness! That is our trouble, O Head Queen, and
we are most extremely troubled on account of that trouble, for it was a
troublesome trouble, unlike any trouble we have known.'
Then Balkis the Most Beautiful Queen—Suleiman-bin-Daoud's Very Best
Beloved—Queen that was of Sheba and Sable and the Rivers of the Gold
of the South—from the Desert of Zinn to the Towers of Zimbabwe—Balkis,
almost as wise as the Most Wise Suleiman-bin-Daoud himself, said, 'It is
nothing, O Queens! A Butterfly has made complaint against his wife because
she quarrelled with him, and it has pleased our Lord Suleiman-bin-Daoud to
teach her a lesson in low-speaking and humbleness, for that is counted a
virtue among the wives of the butterflies.'
Then up and spoke an Egyptian Queen—the daughter of a Pharoah—and
she said, 'Our Palace cannot be plucked up by the roots like a leek for
the sake of a little insect. No! Suleiman-bin-Daoud must be dead, and what
we heard and saw was the earth thundering and darkening at the news.'
Then Balkis beckoned that bold Queen without looking at her, and said to
her and to the others, 'Come and see.'
They came down the marble steps, one hundred abreast, and beneath his
camphor-tree, still weak with laughing, they saw the Most Wise King
Suleiman-bin-Daoud rocking back and forth with a Butterfly on either hand,
and they heard him say, 'O wife of my brother in the air, remember after
this, to please your husband in all things, lest he be provoked to stamp
his foot yet again; for he has said that he is used to this magic, and he
is most eminently a great magician—one who steals away the very
Palace of Suleirnan-bin-Daoud himself. Go in peace, little folk!' And he
kissed them on the wings, and they flew away.
Then all the Queens except Balkis—the Most Beautiful and Splendid
Balkis, who stood apart smiling—fell flat on their faces, for they
said, 'If these things are done when a Butterfly is displeased with his
wife, what shall be done to us who have vexed our King with our
loud-speaking and open quarrelling through many days?'
Then they put their veils over their heads, and they put their hands over
their mouths, and they tiptoed back to the Palace most mousy-quiet.
Then Balkis—The Most Beautiful and Excellent Balkis—went
forward through the red lilies into the shade of the camphor-tree and laid
her hand upon Suleiman-bin-Daoud's shoulder and said, 'O my Lord and
Treasure of my Soul, rejoice, for we have taught the Queens of Egypt and
Ethiopia and Abyssinia and Persia and India and China with a great and a
And Suleiman-bin-Daoud, still looking after the Butterflies where they
played in the sunlight, said, 'O my Lady and Jewel of my Felicity, when
did this happen? For I have been jesting with a Butterfly ever since I
came into the garden.' And he told Balkis what he had done.
Balkis—The tender and Most Lovely Balkis—said, 'O my Lord and
Regent of my Existence, I hid behind the camphor-tree and saw it all. It
was I who told the Butterfly's Wife to ask the Butterfly to stamp, because
I hoped that for the sake of the jest my Lord would make some great magic
and that the Queens would see it and be frightened.' And she told him what
the Queens had said and seen and thought.
Then Suleiman-bin-Daoud rose up from his seat under the camphor-tree, and
stretched his arms and rejoiced and said, 'O my Lady and Sweetener of my
Days, know that if I had made a magic against my Queens for the sake of
pride or anger, as I made that feast for all the animals, I should
certainly have been put to shame. But by means of your wisdom I made the
magic for the sake of a jest and for the sake of a little Butterfly, and—behold—it
has also delivered me from the vexations of my vexatious wives! Tell me,
therefore, O my Lady and Heart of my Heart, how did you come to be so
wise?' And Balkis the Queen, beautiful and tall, looked up into
Suleiman-bin-Daoud's eyes and put her head a little on one side, just like
the Butterfly, and said, 'First, O my Lord, because I loved you; and
secondly, O my Lord, because I know what women-folk are.'
Then they went up to the Palace and lived happily ever afterwards.
But wasn't it clever of Balkis?
THERE was never a Queen like Balkis,
From here to the wide world's end;
But Balkis tailed to a butterfly
As you would talk to a friend.
There was never a King like Solomon,
Not since the world began;
But Solomon talked to a butterfly
As a man would talk to a man.
She was Queen of Sabaea—
And he was Asia's Lord—
But they both of 'em talked to butterflies
When they took their walks abroad!