CANDIDE'S VOYAGE TO CONSTANTINOPLE
The trusty Cacambo had already engaged the captain of the Turkish ship that was to carry Sultan Achmet back to Constantinople to take Candide and Martin on board. Accordingly they both embarked, after paying their obeisance to his miserable Highness. As they were going on board, Candide said to Martin:
"You see we supped in company with six dethroned Kings, and to one of them I gave charity. Perhaps there may be a great many other princes still more unfortunate. For my part I have lost only a hundred sheep, and am now going to fly to the arms of my charming Miss Cunegonde.
My dear Martin, I must insist on it, that Pangloss was in the right. All is for the best.""I wish it may be", said Martin.
"But this was an odd adventure we met with at Venice. Ido not think there ever was an instance before of six dethroned monarchs supping together at a public inn.""This is not more extraordinary", said Martin, "than most of what has happened to us. It is a very common thing for kings to be dethroned; and as for our having the honor to sup with six of them, it is a mere accident, not deserving our attention."As soon as Candide set his foot on board the vessel, he flew to his old friend and valet Cacambo and, throwing his arms about his neck, embraced him with transports of joy.
"Well", said he, "what news of Miss Cunegonde? Does she still continue the paragon of beauty? Does she love me still? How does she do? You have, doubtless, purchased a superb palace for her at Constantinople.""My dear master", replied Cacambo, "Miss Cunegonde washes dishes on the banks of the Propontis, in the house of a prince who has very few to wash. She is at present a slave in the family of an ancient sovereign named Ragotsky, whom the Grand Turk allows three crowns a day to maintain him in his exile; but the most melancholy circumstance of all is, that she is turned horribly ugly.""Ugly or handsome", said Candide, "I am a man of honor and, as such, am obliged to love her still. But how could she possibly have been reduced to so abject a condition, when I sent five or six millions to her by you?""Lord bless me", said Cacambo, "was not I obliged to give two millions to Seignor Don Fernando d'Ibaraa y Figueora y Mascarenes y Lampourdos y Souza, the Governor of Buenos Ayres, for liberty to take Miss Cunegonde away with me? And then did not a brave fellow of a pirate gallantly strip us of all the rest? And then did not this same pirate carry us with him to Cape Matapan, to Milo, to Nicaria, to Samos, to Petra, to the Dardanelles, to Marmora, to Scutari? Miss Cunegonde and the old woman are now servants to the prince I have told you of; and I myself am slave to the dethroned Sultan.""What a chain of shocking accidents!" exclaimed Candide.
"But after all, I
have still some diamonds left, with which I can easily procure Miss Cunegonde's liberty. It is a pity though she is grown so ugly."Then turning to Martin, "What think you, friend", said he, "whose condition is most to be pitied, the Emperor Achmet's, the Emperor Ivan's, King Charles Edward's, or mine?""Faith, I cannot resolve your question", said Martin, "unless I had been in the breasts of you all.""Ah!" cried Candide, "was Pangloss here now, he would have known, and satisfied me at once.""I know not", said Martin, "in what balance your Pangloss could have weighed the misfortunes of mankind, and have set a just estimation on their sufferings. All that I pretend to know of the matter is that there are millions of men on the earth, whose conditions are a hundred times more pitiable than those of King Charles Edward, the Emperor Ivan, or Sultan Achmet.""Why, that may be", answered Candide.
