She was covered only with the light and loose robe in which she slept, and her veil had dropped off by the way.  The moment he entered his closet, the light discovered to him such beauty as before he had never seen:  she now began to revive; and before her senses returned, she pressed the prince with an involuntary embrace, which he returned by straining her closer to his breast, in a tumult of delight, confusion, and anxiety, which he could scarce sustain.  As he still held her in his arms, and gazed silently upon her, she opened her eyes, and instantly relinquishing her hold, shrieked out, and threw herself from him.  As there were no women nearer than that wing of the palace in which his brother resided, and as he had many reasons not to leave her in their charge; he was in the utmost perplexity what to do.  He assured her, in some hasty and incoherent words, of her security; he told her, that she was in the royal palace, and that he who had conveyed her thither was Hamet.  The habitual reverence of sovereign power, now surmounted all other passions in the bosom of Almeida:  she was instantly covered with new confusion; and hiding her face with her hands, threw herself at his feet:  he raised her with a trepidation almost equal to her own, and endeavoured to sooth her into confidence and tranquillity.

Hitherto her memory had been wholly suspended by violent passions, which had crowded upon her in a rapid and uninterrupted succession, and the first gleam of recollection threw her into a new agony; and having been silent a few moments, she suddenly smote her hands together, and bursting into tears, cried out, ’Abdallah! my father! my father!’—­Hamet not only knew but felt all the meaning of the exclamation, and immediately ran again into the garden:  he had advanced but a few paces, before he discerned an old man sitting upon the ground, and looking upward in silent anguish, as if he had exhausted the power of complaint.  Hamet, upon a nearer approach, perceived by the light of the flame that it was Abdallah; and instantly calling him by his name, told him, that his daughter was safe.  At the name of his daughter, Abdallah suddenly started up, as if he had been roused by the voice of an angel from the sleep of death:  Hamet again repeated, that his daughter was in safety; and Abdallah looking wistfully at him, knew him to be the king.  He was then struck with an awe that restrained him from enquiry:  but Hamet directing him where he might find her, went forward, that he might not lessen the pleasure of their interview, nor restrain the first transports of duty and affection by his presence.  He soon met with other fugitives from the fire, which had opened a communication between the gardens and the street; and among them some women belonging to Almeida, whom, he conducted himself to their mistress.  He immediately allotted to her and to her father, an apartment in his division of the palace; and the fire being now nearly extinguished, he retired to rest.