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The
grace and beauty of the Dai princesses are recalled
during the performance of a Yunnan dancer.
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This
pedagogical
feature comes across clearly in the love tales today by
the Dai people, one of twenty-five ethnic groups living
in the forests of southwestern China. Their tales of romance
use the love motif to instruct listeners about the meaning
of life and to teach them something about the world in which
they live.
Two
stories poignantly exemplify these qualities. I have adapted
both from versions originally published in South of the
Clouds: Tales from Yunnan, a collection of narratives
edited by Lucien Miller (University of Washington Press,
Seattle, 1994). They are, apparently, ancient tales, yet
they evoke elements still present in Dai life. The first
tale of love explains why certain flowers are red, why golden
butterflies exist, and why seven stones resemble women.
It also informs the Dai people about their origins.
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The
peacock dance. The golden-blue eyes on the dancer's
dresses resemble the flowers said to have come from
the blood of the princesses' husbands.
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The
seven stones
A
very long time ago, a cruel war with another people wiped
out the entire Dai population, sparing only seven women.
These were princesses, and they were absolutely beautiful.
There were also lonely, because they had no kin with whom
to share their lives.
Then
one day, while bathing in a river, they saw floating on
top of the water a rooster pierced by an arrow. In a moment
the girls had dressed and hastened upriver through the forest
in search of the hunter who had shot it. After traveling
for some time, they heard the sound of men’s voices, and
the princesses quickly took cover behind some trees. Peeping
through an opening in the leaves, they spied a group of
young princes dressed in fine clothes. The girls could see
seven of them and thought they were very handsome.
The
princesses fell in love instantly. They stepped out from
behind the trees, and the men gazed at them, enthralled.
Princes and princesses then related their stories to each
other.
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