Hither, hither, to the feast! 
               Hither to the sacrifice! 
               Virtue for my sake hath ceased: 
               Now to make an end of Vice!

               Twisted-tail and treble-tongue,
               Swelling length and greedy maw! 
               I have had a horrid wrong;
               Retribution is the law!

               Ye that suck’d my youthful lord,
               Now shall make another meal: 
               Seize the black Vizier abhorr’d;
               Seize him! seize him throat and heel!

               Set your serpent wits to find
               Tortures of a new device: 
               Have him! have him heart and mind! 
               Hither to the sacrifice’

Then she whirled with them round and round as a tempest whirls; and when she had wound them to a fury, lo, she burst from the hissing circle and dragged Ukleet from the vault into the passage, and blocked the entrance to the vault.  So was Queen Bhanavar avenged.

Now, she said to Ukleet, ’Ransom presently the broker,—­him they will not harm,’ and hastened to the King that he might see her in her beauty.  The King reclined on cushions in the harem with a fair slave-girl, newly from the mountains, toying with the pearls in her locks.  Then thought Bhanavar, ‘Let him not slight me!’ So she drew a rose-coloured veil over her face and sat beside Mashalleed.  The King continued his fondling with the girl, saying to her, ’Was there no destiny foretold of thy coming to the palace of the King to rule it, O Nashta, starbeam in the waters! and hadst thou no dream of it?’

Bhanavar struck the King’s arm, but he noticed her not, and Nashta laughed.  Then Bhanavar controlled her trembling and said, ’A word, O King! and vouchsafe me a hearing.’

The King replied languidly, still looking on Nashta, ’’Tis a command that the voice of none that are crabbed and hideous be heard in the harem, and I find comfort in it, O Nashta! but speak thou, my fountain of sweet-dropping lute-notes!’

Bhanavar caught the King’s hand and said, ’I have to speak with thee; ‘tis the Queen.  Chase from us this little wax puppet a space.’

The King disengaged his hand and leaned it over to Nashta, who began playing with it, and fitting on it a ring, giggling.  Then, as he answered nothing, Bhanavar came nearer and slapped him on the cheek.  Mashalleed started to his feet, and his hand grasped his girdle; but that wrathfulness was stayed when he beheld the veil slide from her visage.  So he cried, ‘My Queen! my soul!’

She pointed to Nashta, and the King chid the girl, and sent her forth lean with his shifted displeasure, as a kitten slinks wet from a fish-pond where it had thought to catch a great fish.  Then Bhanavar exclaimed, ‘There was a change in thy manner to me before that creature.’

He sought to dissimulate with her, but at last he confessed, ’I was truly this morning the victim of a sorcery.’