After that the Voice was still, and soon the Antelope returned from behind the curtain, and the youths caressed her with brotherly caresses, and took a circle of hands about her, and so moved to the great Hall of the gorgeous Tree, and fed her from the branches.  Now, while they were there, Shibli Bagarag advanced to the Antelope, and knelt at her feet, and said, ’O Princess of Aklis, surely I am betrothed to one constant as a fixed star, and brighter; a mistress of magic, and innocent as the bleating lamb; and she is now on a pillar, chained there, in the midst of the white wrathful sea, wailing for me to deliver her with this Sword of my seeking.  So, now, I pray thee help me to the Sword swiftly, that I may deliver her.’

The youths, her brothers, clamoured and interposed, saying, ’Take thy shape ere that, O Gulrevaz, our sister!’

But she cried, ’He is betrothed! not till he graspeth the Sword.  Tell him, the youth, our conditions, and for what exchange the Sword is yielded.’

And they said, ’The conditions are, thou part with thy spells, all of them, O youth!’

And he said, ’There is no condition harsh that exchangeth the Sword; O ye Seven, I agree!’

Then she said, ’’Tis well! nobility is in the soul of this youth.  Go before us now to the Cave of Chrysolites, O my brothers.’

So these departed before, and she in her antelope form followed footing gracefully, and made Shibli Bagarag repeat the story of his betrothal as they went.

THE SWORD OF AKLIS

Now, when they had made the passage of many halls, built of different woods, filled with divers wonders, they descended a sloping vault, and came to a narrow way in the earth, hung with black, at the end of it a stedfast blaze like a sun, that grew larger as they advanced, and they heard the sea above them.  The noise of it, and its plunging and weltering and its pitilessness, struck on the heart of Shibli Bagarag as with a blow, and he cried, ’Haste, haste, O Princess! perchance she is even now calling to me with her tongue, and I not aiding her; delayed by the temptation of this crown and the guile of the Brides.’

She checked him, and said, ‘In Aklis no haste!’ Then she said, ‘Look!’ And lo, fronting them the single blaze became two fires; and drawing nigh, Shibli Bagarag beheld them what they were, angry eyes in the head of a great lion, a model of majesty, and passion was in his mane and power was in his forepaws; so while he lashed his tail as a tempest whippeth the tawny billows at night, and was lifting himself for a roar, she said, ‘A hair of Garraveen, and touch him with it!’