Then said he, ’Peace with thee!  These slaves, O Chief, excelling in martial qualities! surely they’re my retinue, and the retinue of them of my rank in the palace; and where I go they go; for the exalted have more shadows than one! yea, three have they in my case, even very grimly black shadows, whereon the idle expend not laughter, and whoso joketh in their hearing, ’tis, wullahy! the last joke of that person.  In such-wise are the powerful known among men, they that stand very prominent in the beams of prosperity!  Now this of myself; but for thee—­of a surety the Queen Bhanavar, my mistress, will be here by the time of the rising of the moon.  In the name of Allah!’ Saying that he departed in his greatness, and Ruark watched for her that rose in his soul as the moon in the heavens.

Meanwhile Bhanavar had mused, ’’Tis this day, the day when the Serpents desire their due, and the King Mashalleed they shall have; for what is life to him but a treachery and a dalliance, and what is my hold on him but this Jewel of the Serpents?  He has had the profit of beauty, and he shall yield the penalty:  my kiss is for him, my serpent-kiss.  And I will release Ruark, and espouse him, and war with kings, sultans, emperors, infidels, subduing them till they worship me.’

She flashed her figure in the glass, and was lovely therein as one in the light of Paradise; but ere she reached the King Mashalleed, lo! the hour of the Serpents had struck, and her beauty melted from her as snow melts from off the rock; and she was suddenly haggard in utter uncomeliness, and knew it not, but marched, smiling a grand smile, on to the King.  Now as Mashalleed lifted his eyes to her he started amazed, crying, ’The hag again!’ and she said, ‘What of the hag, O my lord the King?’ Thereat he was yet more amazed, and exclaimed, ’The hag of ugliness with the voice of Bhanavar!  Has then the Queen lent that loathsomeness her voice also?’

Bhanavar chilled a moment, and looked on the faces of the women present, and they were staring at her, the younger ones tittering, and among them Nashta, whom she hated.  So she cried, ‘Away with ye!’ But the King commanded them, ‘Stay!’ Then the Queen leaned to him, saying, ’I will speak with my lord alone’; whereat he shrank from her, and spat.  Ice and flame shivered through the blood of Bhanavar, yet such was her eagerness to give the kiss to Mashalleed, that she leaned to him, still wooing him to her with smiles.  Then the King seized her violently, and flung her over the marble floor to the very basin of the fountain, and the crown that was on her brow fell and rolled to the feet of Nashta.  The girl lifted it, laughing, and was in the act of fitting it to her fair head amid the chuckles of her companions, when a slap from the hand of Bhanavar spun her twice round, and she dropped to the marble insensible.  The King bellowed in wrath, and ran to Nashta, crying to the Queen, ‘Surrender that crown to her, foul hag!’