A thousand years ago, there was a rich maharlika, or nobleman, who spent his early bachelor days recklessly, wining and dining in the company of nobility. He drank the finest wines, ate the most delectable food and enjoyed the company of the loveliest, perfumed and bejewelled women of the noble class.
After years of this kind of life, the maharlika finally felt it was time to settle down and marry the woman of his choice. "But who is the woman to choose?" he asked himself as he sat in the rich splendour of his home, "All the women I know are beautiful and charming, but I am tired of the glitter of their jewels and the richness of their clothes!" He wanted a woman different from all the women he saw day and night, and found this in a simple village lass. She was charming in her own unaffected ways, and her name was Dama.
They married and lived contentedly. She loved him and took care of him. She pampered him with the most delicious dishes, and kept his home and his clothes in order. But soon, the newness wore off for the maharlika. He started to long for the company of his friends. He took a good look at his wife and thought, she is not beautiful and she does not have the air of nobility abouther, she does not talk with wisdom. And so the maharlika returned to his own world of glitter and splendor. He spent his evenings sitting around with his friends in their noble homes , drank and talked till the first rays of the sun peeped from the iron grills of their ornate windows.
Poor Dama felt that she was losing her husband. She wept in the
silence of their bedroom. "I cannot give my husband anything but the delights
of my kitchen and the warmth of my bed. He is tired of me." She looked
to the heavens. "Oh, friendly spirits! Help me. Give me a magic charm.
Just one little magic charm to make my husband come home again, that he
will never want to
leave my side, forever!"
It was midnight when the maharlika came home. He opened the door
of their bedroom and called for Dama to tell her to prepare his nightclothes.
"Dama! Dama, where are you?" he called. He shouted all around the bedroom.
He sarched the whole house. Still the nobleman could not find his simple
wife. Finally the nobleman returned to their bedroom, tired and cross.
he opened the door, he stopped.
A are scent, sweet and fragrant, drifted to him. It was a scent
he had never smelled before. He entered the room and crossed to the window
where the scent seemed to be floating from. A strange bush was growing
outside the window. Some of its thin branches had aleady reached the iron
grills and were twisting around. And all over the bush were thousands of
white flowers, from which burst forth a heavenly, enchanting scent!
He stood there, completely enraptured by the glorious smell. "Dama..." he whispered softly, onderingly, could this be Dama? The rich maharlika sat by the window, and waited for the return of his loving simple wife. But she did not come back. She never returned to him again. Only the fragrance of the flowers stayed with him, casting a spell over his whole being.
In the moonlight, Dama of the night, or Dama de Noche would be in full bloom, capturing the rich maharlika, making him never want to leave her side, forever.
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