Magicians

The Prince and the Magician

Once upon a time there was a young prince, who believed in all things but three. He did not believe in princesses, he did not believe in islands, he did not believe in God. His father, the king, told him that such things did not exist. As there were no princesses or islands in his father's domaines, and no sign of God, the young prince believed his father.

     But then, one day, the prince ran away from his palace. He came to the next land. There, to his astonishment, from every coast he saw islands, and on these islands, strange and troubling creatures whom he dared not name. As he was searching for a boat, a man in full evening dress approached him along the shore.

    'Are those real islands?' asked the young prince.

    'Of course they are real islands,' said the man in the evening dress.

    'And those strange and troubling creatures?'

    'They are all genuine and authentic princesses.'

    'Then God also must exist!' cried the prince.

    'I am God,' replied the man in full evening dress, with a bow.

    The young prince returned home as quickly as he could.

    'So you are back,' said his father, the king.

    'I have seen islands, I have seen princesses, I have seen God,' said the prince reproachfully.

    The king was unmoved.

    'Neither real islands, nor real princesses, nor a real God, exist.'

    'I saw them!'

    'Tell me how God was dressed.'

    'God was in full evening dress.'

    'Were the sleeves of his coat rolled back?'

    The prince remembered that they had been. The king smiled.

    'That is the uniform of a magician. You have been deceived.'

    At his, the prince returned to the next land, and went to the same shore, where once again he came upon the man in evening dress,

    'My father the king has told me who you are,' said the prince indignantly. 'You deceived me last time, but not again. Now I know that those are not real islands and real princesses, because you are a magician.'

    The man on the shore smiled.

    'It is you who are deceived, my boy. In your father's kingdom there are many islands and many princesses. But you are under your father's spell, so you cannot see them.'

    The prince returned pensively home. When he saw his father, he looked him in the eyes.

    'Father, is it true that you are not a real king, but only a magician?'

    The king smiled, and rolled back his sleeves.

    'Yes, my son, I am only a magician.'

    'Then the man on the shore was God.'

    'The man on the shore was another magician.'

    'I must know the real truth, the truth beyond magic.'

    'There is no truth beyond magic.' said the king.

    The prince was full of sadness.

    He said, 'I will kill myself.'

    The king by magic caused death to appear. Death stood in the door and beckoned to the prince. The prince shuddered. He remembered the beautiful but unreal islands and the unreal but beautiful princesses.

    'Very well,' he said. 'I can bear it.'

    'You see, my son,' said the king, 'you too now begin to be a magician.'

~p. 550-552 The Magus

This short story was found in The Magus when Nicholas is scrummaging through the bunkhouse that Julie (Lily) and June (Rose) stayed in. In a way, it reflects his life on the island with Conchis as the king and Julie & June the other magician. Only when Nick believes that the whole plot is false can more of the story unravel. He becomes lost in illusion and truth and even contributes to the lies being passed around, setting the story in his own hands. Or so he thinks. He is the youngest of magicians here – the prince. Inexperienced and torn with emotions, not knowing what to believe, but accepting the deceptions placed in front of him because they are 'beautiful'.

      This idea of putting the exact plot into the story by another story or piece of literature is a powerful thing. It can be seen commonly among literature. I wish I could think of more things, but at the moment the best example I can think of is the movie Moulin Rouge, where the play that is being written and performed is the main characters real life. (I hope I have not ruined that for anyone.) Even Jesus uses this method, where he foretold his death numerous times, just as we talked previously about the type of teaching he loved, usually in parables.

      As for the story itself, if I were a true Literature major, I would come up with some philosophical reasoning behind it. Perhaps expressing some idea on how this is our lives, an illusion that we create to encompass ourselves around those things which fill us with delight. But I'm not. I would agree that we do have a tendency to surround ourselves with those things in which we find beautiful and joyful. Looking around you can tell who choosing instead to live the life of which is sulking, depressing, or angry. According to the story, they are the ones who live with no magic. So how will you live your life? In a land of illusion? In the land without magic? Or perhaps the third not stated in the short story above; the one of truth with creativity? If you ask me, I'll choose the last.