Woman’s Wit
by Howard Pyle · from Twilight Land
Adapted Version
Here is the revised story:
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Long ago, there was a wise king. His name was King Sam. He was a good king. He was very smart. He knew many things. He knew about bad things too.
One day, he found a Demon. The Demon was big. The Demon was bad. The Demon was mean. King Sam was not scared. He was too smart for that.
King Sam had a plan. He got a big bottle. He put the Demon inside. The Demon fit in the bottle. King Sam closed the bottle tight. He sealed it with wax. Then he dug a deep hole. He put the bottle in it. He put dirt on top. The Demon was gone now.
A long, long time passed. Many years went by. The land changed a lot. Trees grew tall. Roads were made. Houses were built. A big town grew there. No one knew about the bottle. It was deep in the ground.
A Tailor lived in this town. He was a small man. He was a quiet man. He made clothes all day. He cut cloth. He used his needle. He sewed pants and shirts. He was not rich. He was not poor. He was just a Tailor.
One day, he dug a hole. He wanted to hide his coins. He dug and dug. His shovel hit a box. It was a big, old box. He pulled it out. It was very dusty. It was very heavy too.
The Tailor wanted to see inside. He saw words on the box. The words said: "Open not." But he opened the box. Inside was a new box. He opened that one too. Inside was one more box. He opened many boxes. The last box held a bottle.
The bottle was old and dark. It had a wax seal on top. The Tailor pulled off the seal. Blue smoke came out. More smoke came out. It went up and up. The smoke got very big.
Then a Demon stood there. He was very, very big. He was tall as a tree. His eyes were like fire. His voice was deep and loud. The Tailor fell back. He was so scared.
The Demon was happy. He was free at last. He stretched his big arms. He looked at the sky. Then he looked down. He saw the small Tailor.
The Demon spoke. "You set me free," he said. "I will do one task for you." "I will come each morning." "You must give me a task." "If you have no task for me..." "I will be very, very angry." "I will take you far away!" His voice shook the ground.
The Tailor shook with fear. But he had an idea. He said, "Make me fine clothes." The Demon clapped his hands. In a flash, piles of clothes sat there. The clothes were so pretty. They were red and blue. They were green and gold. They were the best in town.
The Tailor sold the clothes. People came from far away. They all wanted his clothes. The Tailor got very rich. He got lots of gold coins. He became well known in town. People liked him a lot.
Each morning, the Demon came. Each morning, the Tailor had a task. "Make more fine clothes," he said. And the Demon did. Day after day. The Tailor grew more rich.
Then one day, the Demon did more. He made the Tailor handsome. He gave him fine looks. He gave him a big palace. The palace had tall walls. It had gold doors. It had many rooms. He gave the Tailor helpers too. Many helpers came to serve him.
The Tailor met a Princess. She was kind and smart. She had a warm smile. The Tailor liked her a lot. She liked him too. They got married. They had a big party. They lived in the palace.
Now the Tailor had all he wanted. He had a palace. He had a wife. He had gold and fine clothes. He had helpers. But he had a problem. A very big problem.
He had no more tasks. Not one. He could not think of any. He knew the Demon would come. He knew the Demon would be angry. The Tailor was very scared then. He could not sleep at night.
The Tailor thought and thought. Then he had an idea. He told the Demon, "Make a big lake." "Make it a mile long." "Make it very pretty." The Demon grinned. He did it fast. He did it in one night. The lake was done by morning.
The next morning, the Demon came. He asked for a new task. The Tailor said, "Move that big hill." "Make a flat, green field there." The Demon did it. He did it in one hour. It was too easy for him.
Now the Tailor had no more ideas. He had no tasks left. Not one. His mind was blank. He sat in his big chair. He put his head in his hands.
The Demon came at dawn. He was very, very angry. His eyes were red like fire. He roared like a storm. He said, "No task for me?" He said, "Then I take you away!" The Tailor felt very small.
The Tailor fell on his knees. He said, "Please, please help me." "Let me see my wife." "Just one last time." The Demon laughed a mean laugh. He said, "Fine. Go. Be quick." The Demon thought he was smart.
The Tailor ran to his wife. He told her all of it. He told her about the Demon. He told her about the tasks. He told her he had no more. His voice shook as he spoke.
The Princess listened. She did not cry. She did not scream. She smiled a little. Then she laughed. She reached up to her head. She pulled out one hair. It was a small, curly hair.
She held it up. She said, "Give this to the Demon." "Tell him to make it straight." "That is his new task." The Tailor looked at the hair. It was so small. Could this work?
The Tailor gave the Demon the hair. "Make this hair straight," he said. The Demon laughed. "This? This tiny thing?" "I will do it in a wink!"
The Demon took the hair. He pulled it with his fingers. The hair curled right back. He pulled it again. It curled back more. He used both big hands. The hair still curled up.
He tried all morning. He tried all day long. He blew on it. He pressed it flat. He sat on it. Each time, the hair curled back. It would not stay straight. Not for one moment.
The sun went down low. The sky turned red and gold. The Demon was very, very angry. He screamed so loud. The trees shook. The ground shook too. He threw the hair down.
He knew he could not win. A tiny hair beat him. He roared one last time. Then he flew up, up, up. He flew far, far away. He was gone for good. The world shook a little. Then it was quiet.
The Demon was gone for good. He did not come back. Not the next day. Not the day after. He was gone.
The Tailor hugged his wife. She smiled at him. They were safe now. They lived with joy. They were kind to all. The people loved them.
The Princess was very clever. Her smart idea saved the Tailor. One small hair did the trick. This shows us one thing. Being smart can beat being strong.
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Original Story
Woman’s Wit.
When man’s strength fails, woman’s wit prevails.
In the days when the great and wise King Solomon lived and ruled, evil spirits and demons were as plentiful in the world as wasps in summer.
So King Solomon, who was so wise and knew so many potent spells that he had power over evil such as no man has had before or since, set himself to work to put those enemies of mankind out of the way. Some he conjured into bottles, and sank into the depths of the sea; some he buried in the earth; some he destroyed altogether, as one burns hair in a candle-flame.
Now, one pleasant day when King Solomon was walking in his garden with his hands behind his back, and his thoughts busy as bees with this or that, he came face to face with a Demon, who was a prince of his kind. “Ho, little man!” cried the evil spirit, in a loud voice, “art not thou the wise King Solomon who conjures my brethren into brass chests and glass bottles? Come, try a fall at wrestling with me, and whoever conquers shall be master over the other for all time. What do you say to such an offer as that?”
“I say aye!” said King Solomon, and, without another word, he stripped off his royal robes and stood bare breasted, man to man with the other.
The world never saw the like of that wrestling match betwixt the king and the Demon, for they struggled and strove together from the seventh hour in the morning to the sunset in the evening, and during that time the sky was clouded over as black as night, and the lightning forked and shot, and the thunder roared and bellowed, and the earth shook and quaked.
But at last the king gave the enemy an under twist, and flung him down on the earth so hard that the apples fell from the trees; and then, panting and straining, he held the evil one down, knee on neck. Thereupon the sky presently cleared again, and all was as pleasant as a spring day.
King Solomon bound the Demon with spells, and made him serve him for seven years. First, he had him build a splendid palace, the like of which was not to be seen within the bounds of the seven rivers; then he made him set around the palace a garden, such as I for one wish I may see some time or other. Then, when the Demon had done all that the king wished, the king conjured him into a bottle, corked it tightly, and set the royal seal on the stopper. Then he took the bottle a thousand miles away into the wilderness, and, when no man was looking, buried it in the ground, and this is the way the story begins.
Well, the years came and the years went, and the world grew older and older, and kept changing (as all things do but two), so that by-and-by the wilderness where King Solomon had hid the bottle became a great town, with people coming and going, and all as busy as bees about their own business and other folks’ affairs.
Among these towns-people was a little Tailor, who made clothes for many a worse man to wear, and who lived all alone in a little house with no one to darn his stockings for him, and no one to meddle with his coming and going, for he was a bachelor.
The little Tailor was a thrifty soul, and by hook and crook had laid by enough money to fill a small pot, and then he had to bethink himself of some safe place to hide it. So one night he took a spade and a lamp and went out in the garden to bury his money. He drove his spade into the ground—and click! He struck something hard that rang under his foot with a sound as of iron. “Hello!” said he, “what have we here?” and if he had known as much as you and I do, he would have filled in the earth, and tramped it down, and have left that plate of broth for somebody else to burn his mouth with.
As it was, he scraped away the soil, and then he found a box of adamant, with a ring in the lid to lift it by. The Tailor clutched the ring and bent his back, and up came the box with the damp earth sticking to it. He cleaned the mould away, and there he saw, written in red letters, these words:
“Open not.”
You may be sure that after he had read these words he was not long in breaking open the lid of the box with his spade.
Inside the first box he found a second, and upon it the same words:
“Open not.”
Within the second box was another, and within that still another, until there were seven in all, and on each was written the same words:
“Open not.”
Inside the seventh box was a roll of linen, and inside that a bottle filled with nothing but blue smoke; and I wish that bottle had burned the Tailor’s fingers when he touched it.
“And is this all?” said the little Tailor, turning the bottle upside down and shaking it, and peeping at it by the light of the lamp. “Well, since I have gone so far I might as well open it, as I have already opened the seven boxes.” Thereupon he broke the seal that stoppered it.
Pop! out flew the cork, and—puff! out came the smoke; not all at once, but in a long thread that rose up as high as the stars, and then spread until it hid their light.
The Tailor stared and goggled and gaped to see so much smoke come out of such a little bottle, and, as he goggled and stared, the smoke began to gather together again, thicker and thicker, and darker and darker, until it was as black as ink. Then out from it there stepped one with eyes that shone like sparks of fire, and who had a countenance so terrible that the Tailor’s skin quivered and shrivelled, and his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth at the sight of it.
“Who are thou?” said the terrible being, in a voice that made the very marrow of the poor Tailor’s bones turn soft from terror.
“If you please, sir,” said he, “I am only a little tailor.”
The evil being lifted up both hands and eyes. “How wonderful,” he cried, “that one little tailor can undo in a moment that which took the wise Solomon a whole day to accomplish, and in the doing of which he wellnigh broke the sinews of his heart!” Then, turning to the Tailor, who stood trembling like a rabbit, “Hark thee!” said he. “For two thousand years I lay there in that bottle, and no one came nigh to aid me. Thou hast liberated me, and thou shalt not go unrewarded. Every morning at the seventh hour I will come to thee, and I will perform for thee whatever task thou mayst command me. But there is one condition attached to the agreement, and woe be to thee if that condition is broken. If any morning I should come to thee, and thou hast no task for me to do, I shall wring thy neck as thou mightest wring the neck of a sparrow.” Thereupon he was gone in an instant, leaving the little Tailor half dead with terror.
Now it happened that the prime-minister of that country had left an order with the Tailor for a suit of clothes, so the next morning, when the Demon came, the little man set him to work on the bench, with his legs tucked up like a journey-man tailor. “I want,” said he, “such and such a suit of clothes.”
“You shall have them,” said the Demon; and thereupon he began snipping in the air, and cutting most wonderful patterns of silks and satins out of nothing at all, and the little Tailor sat and gaped and stared. Then the Demon began to drive the needle like a spark of fire—the like was never seen in all the seven kingdoms, for the clothes seemed to make themselves.
At last, at the end of a little while, the Demon stood up and brushed his hands. “They are done,” said he, and thereupon he instantly vanished. But the Tailor cared little for that, for upon the bench there lay such a suit of clothes of silk and satin stuff, sewed with threads of gold and silver and set with jewels, as the eyes of man never saw before; and the Tailor packed them up and marched off with them himself to the prime-minister.
The prime-minister wore the clothes to court that very day, and before evening they were the talk of the town. All the world ran to the Tailor and ordered clothes of him, and his fortune was made. Every day the Demon created new suits of clothes out of nothing at all, so that the Tailor grew as rich as a Jew, and held his head up in the world.
As time went along he laid heavier and heavier tasks upon the Demon’s back, and demanded of him more and more; but all the while the Demon kept his own counsel, and said never a word.
One morning, as the Tailor sat in his shop window taking the world easy—for he had little or nothing to do now—he heard a great hubbub in the street below, and when he looked down he saw that it was the king’s daughter passing by. It was the first time that the Tailor had seen her, and when he saw her his heart stood still within him, and then began fluttering like a little bird, for one so beautiful was not to be met with in the four corners of the world. Then she was gone.
All that day the little Tailor could do nothing but sit and think of the princess, and the next morning when the Demon came he was thinking of her still.
“What hast thou for me to do to-day?” said the Demon, as he always said of a morning.
The little Tailor was waiting for the question.
“I would like you,” said he, “to send to the king’s palace, and to ask him to let me have his daughter for my wife.”
“Thou shalt have thy desire,” said the Demon. Thereupon he smote his hands together like a clap of thunder, and instantly the walls of the room clove asunder, and there came out four-and-twenty handsome youths, clad in cloth of gold and silver. After these four-and-twenty there came another one who was the chief of them all, and before whom, splendid as they were, the four-and-twenty paled like stars in daylight. “Go to the king’s palace,” said the Demon to that one, “and deliver this message: The Tailor of Tailors, the Master of Masters, and One Greater than a King asks for his daughter to wife.”
“To hear is to obey,” said the other, and bowed his forehead to the earth.
Never was there such a hubbub in the town as when those five-and-twenty, in their clothes of silver and gold, rode through the streets to the king’s palace. As they came near, the gates of the palace flew open before them, and the king himself came out to meet them. The leader of the five-and-twenty leaped from his horse, and, kissing the ground before the king, delivered his message: “The Tailor of Tailors, the Master of Masters, and One Greater than a King asks for thy daughter to wife.”
When the king heard what the messenger said, he thought and pondered a long time. At last he said, “If he who sent you is the Master of Masters, and greater than a king, let him send me an asking gift such as no king could send.”
“It shall be as you desire,” said the messenger, and thereupon the five-and-twenty rode away as they had come, followed by crowds of people.
The next morning when the Demon came the tailor was ready and waiting for him. “What hast thou for me to do to-day?” said the Evil One.
“I want,” said the tailor, “a gift to send to the king such as no other king could send him.”
“Thou shalt have thy desire,” said the Demon. Thereupon he smote his hands together, and summoned, not five-and-twenty young men, but fifty youths, all clad in clothes more splendid than the others.
All of the fifty sat upon coal-black horses, with saddles of silver and housings of silk and velvet embroidered with gold. In the midst of all the five-and-seventy there rode a youth in cloth of silver embroidered in pearls. In his hand he bore something wrapped in a white napkin, and that was the present for the king such as no other king could give. So said the Demon: “Take it to the royal palace, and tell his majesty that it is from the Tailor of Tailors, the Master of Masters, and One Greater than a King.”
“To hear is to obey,” said the young man, and then they all rode away.
When they came to the palace the gates flew open before them, and the king came out to meet them. The young man who bore the present dismounted and prostrated himself in the dust, and, when the king bade him arise, he unwrapped the napkin, and gave to the king a goblet made of one single ruby, and filled to the brim with pieces of gold. Moreover, the cup was of such a kind that whenever it was emptied of its money it instantly became full again. “The Tailor of Tailors, the Master of Masters, and One Greater than a King sends your majesty this goblet, and bids me, his ambassador, to ask for your daughter,” said the young man.
When the king saw what had been sent him he was filled with amazement. “Surely,” said he to himself, “there can be no end to the power of one who can give such a gift as this.” Then to the messenger, “Tell your master that he shall have my daughter for his wife if he will build over yonder a palace such as no man ever saw or no king ever lived in before.”
“It shall be done,” said the young man, and then they all went away, as the others had done the day before.
The next morning when the Demon appeared the Tailor was ready for him. “Build me,” said he, “such and such a palace in such and such a place.”
And the Demon said, “It shall be done.” He smote his hands together, and instantly there came a cloud of mist that covered and hid the spot where the palace was to be built. Out from the cloud there came such a banging and hammering and clapping and clattering as the people of that town never heard before. Then when evening had come the cloud arose, and there, where the king had pointed out, stood a splendid palace as white as snow, with roofs and domes of gold and silver. As the king stood looking and wondering at this sight, there came five hundred young men riding, and one in the midst of all who wore a golden crown on his head, and upon his body a long robe stiff with diamonds and pearls. “We come,” said he, “from the Tailor of Tailors, and Master of Masters, and One Greater than a King, to ask you to let him have your daughter for his wife.”
“Tell him to come!” cried the king, in admiration, “for the princess is his.”
The next morning when the Demon came he found the Tailor dancing and shouting for joy. “The princess is mine!” he cried, “so make me ready for her.”
“It shall be done,” said the Demon, and thereupon he began to make the Tailor ready for his wedding. He brought him to a marble bath of water, in which he washed away all that was coarse and ugly, and from which the little man came forth as beautiful as the sun. Then the Demon clad him in the finest linen, and covered him with clothes such as even the emperor of India never wore. Then he smote his hands together, and the wall of the tailor-shop opened as it had done twice before, and there came forth forty slaves clad in crimson, and bearing bowls full of money in their hands. After them came two leading a horse as white as snow, with a saddle of gold studded with diamonds and rubies and emeralds and sapphires. After came a body-guard of twenty warriors clad in gold armor. Then the Tailor mounted his horse and rode away to the king’s palace, and as he rode the slaves scattered the money amongst the crowd, who scrambled for it and cheered the Tailor to the skies.
That night the princess and the Tailor were married, and all the town was lit with bonfires and fireworks. The two rode away in the midst of a great crowd of nobles and courtiers to the palace which the Demon had built for the Tailor; and, as the princess gazed upon him, she thought that she had never beheld so noble and handsome a man as her husband. So she and the Tailor were the happiest couple in the world.
But the next morning the Demon appeared as he had appeared ever since the Tailor had let him out of the bottle, only now he grinned till his teeth shone and his face turned black. “What hast thou for me to do?” said he, and at the words the Tailor’s heart began to quake, for he remembered what was to happen to him when he could find the Demon no more work to do—that his neck was to be wrung—and now he began to see that he had all that he could ask for in the world. Yes; what was there to ask for now?
“I have nothing more for you to do,” said he to the Demon; “you have done all that man could ask—you may go now.”
“Go!” cried the Demon, “I shall not go until I have done all that I have to do. Give me work, or I shall wring your neck.” And his fingers began to twitch.
Then the Tailor began to see into what a net he had fallen. He began to tremble like one in an ague. He turned his eyes up and down, for he did not know where to look for aid. Suddenly, as he looked out of the window, a thought struck him. “Maybe,” thought he, “I can give the Demon such a task that even he cannot do it. Yes, yes!” he cried, “I have thought of something for you to do. Make me out yonder in front of my palace a lake of water a mile long and a mile wide, and let it be lined throughout with white marble, and filled with water as clear as crystal.”
“It shall be done,” said the Demon. As he spoke he spat in the air, and instantly a thick fog arose from the earth and hid everything from sight. Then presently from the midst of the fog there came a great noise of chipping and hammering, of digging and delving, of rushing and gurgling. All day the noise and the fog continued, and then at sunset the one ceased and the other cleared away. The poor Tailor looked out the window, and when he saw what he saw his teeth chattered in his head, for there was a lake a mile long and a mile broad, lined within with white marble, and filled with water as clear as crystal, and he knew that the Demon would come the next morning for another task to do.
That night he slept little or none, and when the seventh hour of the morning came the castle began to rock and tremble, and there stood the Demon, and his hair bristled and his eyes shone like sparks of fire. “What hast thou for me to do?” said he, and the poor Tailor could do nothing but look at him with a face as white as dough.
“What hast thou for me to do?” said the Demon again, and then at last the Tailor found his wits and his tongue from sheer terror. “Look!” said he, “at the great mountain over yonder; remove it, and make in its place a level plain with fields and orchards and gardens.” And he thought to himself when he had spoken, “Surely, even the Demon cannot do that.”
“It shall be done,” said the Demon, and, so saying, he stamped his heel upon the ground. Instantly the earth began to tremble and quake, and there came a great rumbling like the sound of thunder. A cloud of darkness gathered in the sky, until at last all was as black as the blackest midnight. Then came a roaring and a cracking and a crashing, such as man never heard before. All day it continued, until the time of the setting of the sun, when suddenly the uproar ceased, and the darkness cleared away; and when the Tailor looked out of the window the mountain was gone, and in its place were fields and orchards and gardens.
It was very beautiful to see, but when the Tailor beheld it his knees began to smite together, and the sweat ran down his face in streams. All that night he walked up and down and up and down, but he could not think of one other task for the Demon to do.
When the next morning came the Demon appeared like a whirlwind. His face was as black as ink and smoke, and sparks of fire flew from his nostrils.
“What have you for me to do?” cried he.
“I have nothing for you to do!” piped the poor Tailor.
“Nothing?” cried the Demon.
“Nothing.”
“Then prepare to die.”
“Stop!” cried the Tailor, falling on his knees, “let me first see my wife.”
“So be it,” said the Demon, and if he had been wiser he would have said “No.”
When the Tailor came to the princess, he flung himself on his face, and began to weep and wail. The princess asked him what was the matter, and at last, by dint of question, got the story from him, piece by piece. When she had it all she began laughing. “Why did you not come to me before?” said she, “instead of making all this trouble and uproar for nothing at all? I will give the Monster a task to do.” She plucked a single curling hair from her head. “Here,” said she, “let him take this hair and make it straight.”
The Tailor was full of doubt; nevertheless, as there was nothing better to do, he took it to the Demon.
“Hast thou found me a task to do?” cried the Demon.
“Yes,” said the Tailor. “It is only a little thing. Here is a hair from my wife’s head; take it and make it straight.”
When the Demon heard what was the task that the Tailor had set him to do he laughed aloud; but that was because he did not know. He took the hair and stroked it between his thumb and finger, and, when he done, it curled more than ever. Then he looked serious, and slapped it between his palms, and that did not better matters, for it curled as much as ever. Then he frowned, and, began beating the hair with his palm upon his knees, and that only made it worse. All that day he labored and strove at his task trying to make that one little hair straight, and, when the sun set, there was the hair just as crooked as ever. Then, as the great round sun sank red behind the trees, the Demon knew that he was beaten. “I am conquered! I am conquered!” he howled, and flew away, bellowing so dreadfully that all the world trembled.
So ends the story, with only this to say:
Where man’s strength fails, woman’s wit prevails.
For, to my mind, the princess—not to speak of her husband the little Tailor—did more with a single little hair and her mother wit than King Solomon with all his wisdom.
“Whose turn is it next to tell us a story?” said Sindbad the Sailor.
“Twas my turn,” said St. George; “but here be two ladies present, and neither hath so much as spoken a word of a story for all this time. If you, madam,” said he to Cinderella, “will tell us a tale, I will gladly give up my turn to you.”
The Soldier who cheated the Devil took the pipe out of his mouth and puffed away a cloud of smoke. “Aye,” said he, “always remember the ladies, say I. That is a soldier’s trade.”
“Very well, then; if it is your pleasure,” said Cinderella. “I will tell you a story, and it shall be of a friend of mine and of how she looked after her husband’s luck. She was,” said Cinderella, “a princess, and her father was a king.”
“And what is your story about?” said Sindbad the Sailor.
“It is,” said Cinderella, “about—”
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Moral
Where man's strength fails, woman's wit prevails.
Plot Summary
King Solomon imprisons a powerful Demon in a bottle, which a little Tailor later unearths and unwittingly releases. The Demon, bound by a pact, grants the Tailor's every wish for wealth and status, but threatens to kill him if he fails to provide a daily task. After marrying a clever princess and achieving all his desires, the Tailor runs out of tasks and faces certain death. His resourceful princess wife devises the ultimate impossible task: to straighten a single curling hair. The Demon, unable to complete this seemingly simple feat, is defeated and flees forever, proving that wit can overcome immense power.
Themes
Emotional Arc
terror to relief
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Cultural Context
Howard Pyle was an American illustrator and author, known for his retellings of classic tales. This story draws on Middle Eastern folklore traditions associated with King Solomon and djinn/demons.
Plot Beats (15)
- King Solomon, using his wisdom and spells, defeats a powerful Demon prince in a wrestling match and imprisons him in a sealed bottle, burying it in a wilderness.
- Centuries later, the wilderness becomes a town, and a little Tailor, while burying his money, unearths the bottle.
- Despite warnings, the Tailor opens seven nested boxes and then the bottle, releasing the Demon in a puff of smoke.
- The Demon, grateful for release, promises to perform one task for the Tailor every morning, but threatens to wring his neck if no task is provided.
- The Tailor initially uses the Demon to create magnificent clothes, quickly becoming incredibly wealthy and famous.
- The Demon transforms the Tailor into a handsome man and provides him with a grand palace, riches, and an entourage, allowing him to marry a beautiful princess.
- After achieving all his desires, the Tailor realizes he has no more tasks for the Demon and faces the threat of death.
- In desperation, the Tailor commands the Demon to create a mile-long, marble-lined lake, which the Demon completes overnight.
- The next morning, the Tailor commands the Demon to remove a mountain and replace it with a fertile plain, which the Demon also accomplishes.
- With no further ideas, the Tailor is confronted by the enraged Demon, who prepares to kill him.
- The Tailor begs to see his wife one last time, and the Demon, overconfident, agrees.
- The princess, hearing her husband's plight, laughs and plucks a single curling hair from her head, instructing the Tailor to give it to the Demon as a task to straighten.
- The Demon scoffs at the seemingly simple task but labors all day, unable to straighten the hair, which only curls more.
- At sunset, the Demon admits defeat, howls in frustration, and vanishes forever.
- The story concludes by emphasizing that woman's wit triumphed where man's strength and even demonic power failed, with a framing device of other fairy tale characters discussing who tells the next story.
Characters
King Solomon ◆ supporting
A man of average height and build, possessing an aura of wisdom and authority. His physical strength is considerable, allowing him to wrestle a powerful demon for an entire day.
Attire: Initially wears royal robes, which he strips off for the wrestling match. These robes would be elaborate, made of fine fabrics like silk or linen, possibly embroidered with gold thread, indicative of a king in ancient Israel.
Wants: To protect mankind from evil spirits and demons, to maintain order and control over supernatural forces.
Flaw: His reliance on his own strength and wisdom, which, while vast, can still be surpassed by a different kind of 'wit'.
He is established as the ultimate authority over demons, but the story subtly implies that even his wisdom has limits compared to 'woman's wit'. He does not change within the narrative, but his actions set the stage for the main conflict.
Wise, powerful, determined, proactive, just.
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An adult Middle Eastern king, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a thoughtful and determined expression, with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He wears a flowing, richly embroidered silk thobe in deep blue and gold, with a jeweled turban. His posture is regal and strong. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Demon ⚔ antagonist
A terrifying, imposing figure. When first appearing from the smoke, he has eyes that shine like sparks of fire and a countenance so terrible it makes humans shrivel. He is capable of immense physical feats, such as wrestling King Solomon and moving mountains. His appearance can shift, becoming black as ink and smoke with sparks flying from his nostrils when enraged.
Attire: No specific clothing is mentioned, implying a monstrous, unclad form, or one formed of smoke and shadow.
Wants: To regain his freedom, to prove his superiority over humans, to cause mischief and terror.
Flaw: Bound by the rules of tasks set for him, unable to perform a seemingly simple task if it defies natural order (straightening a curled hair).
Starts as an arrogant, powerful entity, confident in his ability to overwhelm the Tailor. He is gradually frustrated and ultimately defeated by the Princess's impossible task, leading to his final, bellowing retreat.
Arrogant, powerful, easily angered, boastful, bound by rules (once a task is set).
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A towering, monstrous figure, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. Its skin is like solidified black smoke, with glowing red eyes that spark like embers. Its form is muscular and imposing, with sharp, clawed hands. A faint wisp of blue smoke curls around its feet. Its expression is one of terrifying arrogance. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Little Tailor ★ protagonist
A small, unassuming man, likely thin from his trade. His skin is described as turning 'white as dough' when terrified, suggesting a fair complexion. He trembles like a rabbit or one with an ague when afraid.
Attire: Simple, practical clothing suitable for a tailor in a bustling town. Likely made of sturdy linen or wool in muted colors, perhaps a tunic and trousers, with a leather apron for work. His clothes would be well-mended and clean, reflecting his thrifty nature.
Wants: To secure his savings, to survive the Demon's threats, to protect himself.
Flaw: Overwhelming fear, lack of true wit or power to defeat the Demon on his own.
Starts as a thrifty, curious man who accidentally unleashes a great evil. He then becomes a terrified victim, desperately trying to save himself by setting tasks for the Demon. He learns his own limitations and ultimately relies on his wife's superior wit to save him, transforming from a potential victim to a grateful husband.
Thrifty, curious, easily terrified, resourceful (when desperate), ultimately reliant on others.
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A small, slender Middle Eastern man, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a pale, frightened face with wide, goggling eyes and a quivering mouth. His dark hair is short and practical. He wears a simple, mended cream linen tunic, dark brown trousers, and a practical leather apron tied at his waist. His posture is hunched and trembling. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Princess ◆ supporting
A beautiful woman, implied by her status as a princess and her husband's admiration. Her single curling hair is a key feature.
Attire: Royal attire, but described with 'mother wit' rather than opulence. She would wear elegant robes of fine silk or brocade, possibly in rich jewel tones, with subtle embroidery. Her clothing would be culturally appropriate for a princess in a Middle Eastern setting, perhaps a flowing caftan or a richly adorned dress, with delicate jewelry.
Wants: To save her husband from the Demon, to demonstrate the power of 'woman's wit'.
Flaw: None explicitly shown; her wit seems to be her ultimate strength.
Introduced as the Tailor's wife, she quickly becomes the true hero of the story, using her wit to defeat the Demon where her husband and even King Solomon's methods failed. She embodies the story's moral.
Intelligent, quick-witted, calm under pressure, resourceful, compassionate.
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A young adult Middle Eastern princess, standing upright, facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. She has a beautiful, intelligent face with dark, almond-shaped eyes and a calm, knowing expression. Her long, dark, wavy hair is elegantly styled, with one perfectly curled strand held delicately between her fingers. She wears a flowing, emerald green silk caftan with intricate gold embroidery along the neckline and sleeves, and a delicate gold headpiece. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
King Solomon's Garden
A pleasant royal garden where King Solomon often walked, with trees that bore apples. The sky was clear and pleasant like a spring day after the struggle.
Mood: initially serene, then tumultuous and powerful, finally peaceful
King Solomon wrestles and defeats the Demon, binding him to service.
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A lush, ancient Middle Eastern royal garden at golden hour, with gnarled apple trees bearing ripe fruit. The ground is covered in fine, sun-dappled grass and scattered fallen apples. In the distance, glimpses of intricate, sun-baked clay and stone palace walls can be seen, partially obscured by dense, flowering shrubs. The air is warm and still, with long shadows stretching across the verdant landscape. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
The Tailor's Garden
A small, unassuming garden behind the little Tailor's house, where he intended to bury his money. The ground is damp earth, and it is dark at night, lit only by a lamp.
Mood: secretive, mysterious, then terrifying
The Tailor unearths the bottle containing the Demon and releases him.
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A small, overgrown backyard garden at night, illuminated by the dim, flickering light of an oil lamp held by a figure. The ground is dark, damp soil with sparse, wild weeds and exposed roots. In the background, the simple, weathered wooden planks of a small cottage are visible. A column of thick, swirling blue-black smoke rises dramatically from a disturbed patch of earth, reaching towards a starless, inky sky. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
The Tailor's Palace (Exterior)
A magnificent palace built by the Demon for the Tailor, surrounded by a garden. Later, a mile-long, mile-wide lake lined with white marble and crystal-clear water is created in front of it. A great mountain is visible in the distance, which is later replaced by a level plain with fields, orchards, and gardens.
Mood: grand, awe-inspiring, then fearful and desperate
The Demon performs impossible tasks for the Tailor, creating the lake and transforming the mountain.
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A vast, opulent palace, inspired by Abbasid architecture, with intricate geometric tile mosaics and muqarnas vaults, stands proudly under a clear morning sky. In the foreground, a colossal, mile-long lake, perfectly rectangular and lined with polished white marble, reflects the palace's grandeur, its surface like a sheet of pure crystal. Beyond the palace, a newly formed, fertile plain stretches to the horizon, dotted with orderly rows of fruit trees and vibrant green fields under a soft, early sun. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
