A response to play with beautiful text on the blog Marco Editions Leo Scheer. (See blog: http://marc-sefaris.sosblog.fr and his first book
http://avis.fnac.com/5912-fr_fr/2521164/reviews.htm?PRID=2521164)
They also tell the day of the anniversary of Pasha, Emir came to the palace gate. He wore a bag on his back which seemed very heavy and filled a small farmer, the simple son of a miller Azakan. Without stopping the crowd of traders and beggars he walked directly to a brisk and bold, to the massive door that closed the chamber brick red. They saw him disappear like a ghost on the porch of arms of the emperor and close behind the heavy steel door. It later said that at this moment a heavy silence had settled over the city. At the appointed hour, the muezzin could not sing, as warned by a sign from heaven and a heavy feeling.
Two days passed without anyone dared open the door. No sound coming out of the palace. Cold night, under the gusts of desert sand, everyone watched as each night the sweet music of the harem. In vain.
The third day according to scriptures from the Book of Sand, the door opened. Under the canopy of golden arms of the Holy Door, surrounded by the Emir went eunuchs of the Imperial Guard. He held in his left hand the largest cobra he had ever been given to see in this part of the land conquered in his right hand sat a large leather bound book of Cordoba and covered with precious stones. Shaken
on his sedan chair, like on the back of the majestic camel Abalin, Emir, the uneducated peasant Azakan, began writing the novel in his life, while dreamily caressing the neck of the big cobra.
A huge roar of amazement city ablaze with a thousand turrets. We rushed into the palace. Guards, merchants, courtiers, all the land lying with a large blue mark disproportionately inflating the vein of their necks. In the courtyard one could guess by the body mass of the bag open the small farmer. Fifty cobras giant stood in front of any size crowd prohibited. The glare of their yellow eyes froze the blood of the brave.
The same evening the council met cents patriarchs. It was decided that Emir Cobra would make a very good emperor. Five ambassadors were chosen to bring him incense and most beautiful illuminations of the Empire.
Emir did not raise his head to receive them. A goose sands in hand, he was already writing a new chapter in his life.
