Suddenly she thought, ’What’s that which needeth to light it no other light?  I had well-nigh forgotten it in my bliss, the Jewel!’ Then she went to a case of ebony-wood, where she kept the Jewel, and drew it forth, and shone in the beam of a pleasant imagination, thinking, ’’Twill surprise him!’ And she robed herself in a robe of saffron, and set lesser gems of the diamond and the emerald in the braid of her hair, and knotted the Serpent Jewel firmly in a band of gold-threaded tissue, and had it woven in her hair among the braids.  In this array she awaited his coming, and pleased her mind with picturing his astonishment and the joy that would be his.  Mute were the women who waited on her, for in their lives they had seen no such sight as Bhanavar beneath the beams of the Jewel, and the whole chamber was aglow with her.

Now, in her anxiety she sent them one and one repeatedly to look forth at the window for the coming of the Prince.  So, when he came not she went herself to look forth, and stretched her white neck beyond the casement.  While her head was exposed, she heard a cry of some one from the house in the street opposite, and Bhanavar beheld in the house of the broker an old wrinkled fellow that gesticulated to her in a frenzy.  She snatched her veil down and drew in her head in anger at him, calling to her maids, ‘What is yonder hideous old dotard?’

And they answered, laughing, ’’Tis indeed Boolp the broker, O fair mistress and mighty!’

To divert herself she made them tell her of Boolp, and they told her a thousand anecdotes of the broker, and verses of him, and the constancy of his amorous condition, and his greediness.  And Bhanavar was beguiled of her impatience till it was evening, and the Prince returned to her.  So they embraced, and she greeted him as usual, waiting what he would say, searching his countenance for a token of wonderment; but the youth knew not that aught was added to her beauty, for he looked nowhere save in her eyes.  Bhanavar was nigh weeping with vexation, and pushed him from her, and chid him with lack of love and weariness of her; and the eye of the Prince rose to her brow to read it, and he saw the Jewel.  Almeryl clapped his hands, crying, ’Wondrous!  And this thy surprise for me, my fond one? beloved of mine!’ Then he gazed on her a space, and said, ’Knowest thou, thou art terrible in thy beauty, Bhanavar, and hast the face of lightning under that Jewel of the Serpent?’

She kissed him, whispering, ’Not lightning to thee!  Yet lovest thou Bhanavar?’

He replied, ’Surely so; and all save Bhanavar in this world is the darkness of oblivion to me.’

When it was the next morning, Almeryl rose to go forth again.  Ere he had passed the curtain of the chamber Bhanavar caught him by the arm, and she was trembling violently.  Her visage was a wild inquiry:  ’Thou goest?—­and again?  There is something hidden from me!’

Almeryl took her to his heart, and caressed her with fond flatteries, saying, ’Ask but what is beating under these two pomegranates, and thou learnest all of me.’