the king, who fled before him with his capricious Egyptian.  Moabdar died pierced with wounds.  I myself had the misfortune to be taken by a party of Hircanians, who conducted me to their prince’s tent, at the very moment that Missouf was brought before him.  Thou wilt doubtless be pleased to hear that the prince thought me beautiful; but thou wilt be sorry to be informed that he designed me for his seraglio.  He told me, with a blunt and resolute air, that as soon as he had finished a military expedition, which he was just going to undertake, he would come to me.  Judge how great must have been my grief.  My ties with Moabdar were already dissolved; I might have been the wife of Zadig; and I was fallen into the hands of a barbarian.  I answered him with all the pride which my high rank and noble sentiment could inspire.  I had always heard it affirmed that Heaven stamped on persons of my condition a mark of grandeur, which, with a single word or glance, could reduce to the lawliness of the most profound respect those rash and forward persons who presume to deviate from the rules of politeness.  I spoke like a queen, but was treated like a maidservant.  The Hircanian, without even deigning to speak to me, told his black eunuch that I was impertinent, but that he thought me handsome.  He ordered him to take care of me, and to put me under the regimen of favorites, that so my complexion being improved, I might be the more worthy of his favors when he should be at leisure to honor me with them.  I told him that rather than submit to his desires I would put an end to my life.  He replied, with a smile, that women, he believed, were not so bloodthirsty, and that he was accustomed to such violent expressions; and then left me with the air of a man who had just put another parrot into his aviary.  What a state for the first queen of the universe, and, what is more, for a heart devoted to Zadig!”

At these words Zadig threw himself at her feet and bathed them with his tears.  Astarte raised him with great tenderness and thus continued her story:  “I now saw myself in the power of a barbarian and rival to the foolish woman with whom I was confined.  She gave me an account of her adventures in Egypt.  From the description she gave me of your person, from the time, from the dromedary on which you were mounted, and from every other circumstance, I inferred that Zadig was the man who had fought for her.  I doubted not but that you were at Memphis, and, therefore, resolved to repair thither.  Beautiful Missouf, said I, thou art more handsome than I, and will please the Prince of Hircania much better.  Assist me in contriving the means of my escape; thou wilt then reign alone; thou wilt at once make me happy and rid thyself of a rival.  Missouf concerted with me the means of my flight; and I departed secretly with a female Egyptian slave.