Now the mob gathered in the hall shouted in exultation, though I heard some crying out, “No, kill them!  Kill them!”

When the tumult had died down Maqueda spoke again saying: 

“O noble and generous Abati, you approve of this deed of mercy; you who would not be held merciless in far lands, O Abati, where, although you may not have heard of them, there are, I believe, other peoples who think themselves as great as you.  You would not have it whispered, I say, that we who are the best of the world, we, the children of Solomon, have dealt harshly even with stray dogs that have wandered to our gates?  Moreover, we called these dogs to hunt a certain beast for us, the lion-headed beast called Fung, and, to be just to them, they hunted well.  Therefore spare them the noose, though they may have deserved it, and let them run hence with their bone, say you, the bone which they think that they have earned.  What does a bone more or less matter to the rich Abati, if only their holy ground is not defiled with the blood of Gentile dogs?”

“Nothing at all!  Nothing at all!” they shouted.  “Tie it to their tails and let them go!”

“It shall be done, O my people!  And now that we have finished with these dogs, I have another word to say to you.  You may have thought or heard that I was too fond of them, and especially of one of them,” and she glanced toward Oliver.  “Well, there are certain dogs who will not work unless you pat them on the head.  Therefore I patted this one on the head, since, after all, he is a clever dog who knows things that we do not know; for instance, how to destroy the idol of the Fung.  O great Abati, can any of you really have believed that I, of the ancient race of Solomon and Sheba, I, the Child of Kings, purposed to give my noble hand to a vagrant Gentile come hither for hire?  Can you really have believed that I, the solemnly betrothed to yonder Prince of Princes, Joshua, my uncle, would for a moment even in my heart have preferred to him such a man as that?” And once again she looked at Oliver, who made a wild motion, as though he were about to speak.  But before he could so much as open his lips Maqueda went on: 

“Well, if you believed, not guessing all the while I was working for the safety of my people, soon shall you be undeceived, since to-morrow night I invite you to the great ceremony of my nuptials, when, according to the ancient custom, I break the glass with him whom on the following night I take to be my husband,” and rising, she bowed thrice to the audience, then stretched out her hand to Joshua.

He, too, rose, puffing himself out like a great turkey-cock, and, taking her hand, kissed it, gobbling some words which we did not catch.

Wild cheering followed, and in the momentary silence which followed Oliver spoke.