The Spanish woman was not to be gainsaid.  She had taken her measure of the man, and had resolved that a servant so powerful as Israel should pay her court and tribute before all.  Therefore she caused him to be invited again; but Israel had taken his measure of the woman, and with some lack of courtesy he excused himself afresh.

Katrina was not yet done.  She was a creature of resource, and having heard of Naomi with strange stories concerning her, she devised a children’s feast for the last day of the marriage festival, and caused Ben Aboo to write to Israel a formal letter, beginning “To our well-beloved the excellent Israel ben Oliel, Praise to the one God,” and setting forth that on the morrow, when the “Sun of the world” should “place his foot in the stirrup of speed,” and gallop “from the kingdom of shades,” the Governor would “hold a gathering of delight” for all the children of Tetuan and he, Israel, was besought to “lighten it with the rays of his face, rivalled only by the sun,” and to bring with him his little daughter Naomi, whose arrival “similar to a spring breeze,” should “dissipate the dark night of solitude and isolation.”  This despatch written in the common cant of the people, concluded with quotations from the Prophet on brotherly love and a significant and more sincere assurance that the Basha would not admit of excuses “of the thickness of a hair.”

When Israel received the missive, his anger was hot and furious.  He leapt to the conclusion that, in demanding the presence of Naomi, the Spanish woman, who must know of the child’s condition desired only to make a show of it.  But, after a fume, he put that thought from him as uncharitable and unwarranted, and resolved to obey the summons.

And, indeed, if he had felt any further diffidence, the sight of Naomi’s own eagerness must have driven it away.  The little maid seemed to know that something unusual was going on.  Troops of poor villagers from every miserable quarter of the bashalic came into the town each day, beating drums, firing long guns, driving their presents before them—­bullocks, cows, and sheep—­and trying to make believe that they rejoiced and were glad.  Naomi appeared to be conscious of many tents pitched in the marketplace, of denser crowds in the streets, and of much bustle everywhere.

Also she seemed to catch the contagion of little Ali’s excitement.  The children of all the schools of the town, both Jewish and Moorish, had been summoned through their Talebs to the festival; there was to be dancing and singing and playing on musical instruments and Ali himself, who had lately practised the kanoon—­the lute, the harp—­under his teacher, was to show his skill before the Governor.  Therefore, great was the little black man’s excitement, and, in the fever of it, he would talk to every one of the event forthcoming—­to Fatima, to Habeebah, and often to Naomi also, until the memory of her infirmity would come to him, or perhaps the derisive laugh of his schoolfellows would stop him, and then, thinking they were laughing at the girl, he would fall on them like a fury, and they would scamper away.