ever to open, unless the greatest necessity
obliged her. So she set out upon her journey, and passed so many
forests and rivers, that at the end of seven years, just at the time of
day when the Sun, awakened by the coming of the cocks, has saddled his
steed to run his accustomed stages, she arrived almost lame at
Round-Field.

There, at the entrance to the city, she saw a marble tomb, at the foot
of a fountain, which was weeping tears of crystal at seeing itself shut
up in a porphyry prison. And, lifting up the pitcher, she placed it in
her lap and began to weep into it, imitating the fountain to make two
little fountains of her eyes. And thus she continued without ever
raising her head from the mouth of the pitcher--until, at the end of
two days, it was full within two inches of the top. But, being wearied
with so much weeping, she was unawares overtaken by sleep, and was
obliged to rest for an hour or so under the canopy of her eyes.

Meanwhile a certain Slave, with the legs of a grasshopper, came, as she
was wont, to the fountain, to fill her water-cask. Now she knew the
meaning of the fountain which was talked of everywhere; and when she
saw Zoza weeping so incessantly, and making two little streams from her
eyes, she was always watching and spying until the pitcher should be
full enough for her to add the last drops to it; and thus to leave Zoza
cheated of her hopes. Now, therefore, seeing Zoza asleep, she seized
her opportunity; and dexterously removing the pitcher from under Zoza,
and placing her own eyes over it, she filled it in four seconds. But
hardly was it full, when the Prince arose from the white marble shrine,
as if awakened from a deep sleep, and embraced that mass of dark flesh,
and carried her straightways to his palace; feasts and marvellous
illuminations were made, and he took her for his wife.

When Zoza awoke and saw the pitcher gone, and her hopes with it, and
the shrine open, her heart grew so heavy that she was on the point of
unpacking the bales of her soul at the custom-house of Death. But, at
last, seeing that there was no help for her misfortune, and that she
could only blame her own eyes, which had served her so ill, she went
her way, step by step, into the city. And when she heard of the feasts
which the Prince had made, and the dainty creature he had married, she
instantly knew how all this mischief had come to pass; and said to
herself, sighing, "Alas, two dark things have brought me