Eznarza: 

He shall bring back our year to us that Time cannot destroy.  Time cannot slaughter it if Memory says no.  It is reprieved, though banished.  We shall often see it though a little far off and all its hours and days shall dance to us and go by one by one and come back and dance again.

King: 

Why, that is true.  They shall come back to us.  I had thought that they that work miracles whether in Heaven or Earth were unable to do one thing.  I thought that they could not bring back days again when once they had fallen into the hands of Time.

Eznarza: 

It is a trick that Memory can do.  He comes up softly in the town or the desert, wherever a few men are, like the strange dark conjurors who sing to snakes, and he does his trick before them, and does it again and again.

King: 

We will often make him bring the old days back when you are gone to your people and I am miserably wedded to the princess coming from Tharba.

Eznarza: 

They will come with sand on their feet from the golden, beautiful desert; they will come with a long-gone sunset each one over his head.  Their lips will laugh with the olden evening voices.

King: 

It is nearly noon.  It is nearly noon.  It is nearly noon.

Eznarza: 

Why, we part then.

King: 

O, come into the city and be Queen there.  I will send its princess back again to Tharba.  You shall be Queen in Thalanna.

Eznarza: 

I go now back to my people.  You will wed the princess from Tharba on the morrow.  You have said it.  I have said it.

King: 

O, that I had not given my word to return.

Eznarza: 

A King’s word is like a King’s crown and a King’s sceptre and a King’s throne.  It is in fact a foolish thing, like a city.

King: 

I cannot break my word.  But you can be Queen in Thalanna.

Eznarza: 

Thalanna will not have a gypsy for a Queen.

King: 

I will make Thalanna have her for a Queen.

Eznarza: 

You cannot make a gypsy live for a year in a city.

King: 

I knew of a gypsy that lived once in a city.

Eznarza: 

Not such a gypsy as I... come back to the tents of the Arabs.

King: 

I cannot.  I gave my word.

Eznarza: 

Kings have broken their words.

King: 

Not such a King as I.

Eznarza: 

We have only that little child of man whose name is Memory.

King: 

Come.  He shall bring back to us, before we part, one of those days that were banished.

Eznarza: 

Let it be the first day.  The day we met by the well when the camels came to El-Lolith.

King: 

Our year lacked some few days.  For my year began here.  The camels were some days out.