He remained still, saying, ‘What thou hast been thou art.’

She exclaimed, ’O true soul, the light is hateful to me as I to the light; but I will yet save thee to comfort Rukrooth, thy mother.’

So she drew him with her swiftly from the hall of the King ere the King had recovered his voice of command; but now the wrath of the All-powerful was upon her and him!  Surely within an hour from the flight of the Serpents, the slaves and soldiers of Mashalleed laid at his feet two heads that were the heads of Ruark and Bhanavar; and they said, ’O great King, we tracked them to her chamber and through to a passage and a vault hung with black, wherein were two corpses, one in a tomb and one unburied, and we slew them there, clasping each other, O King of the age!’

Mashalleed gazed upon the head of Bhanavar and sighed, for death had made the head again fair with a wondrous beauty, a loveliness never before seen on earth.

THE BETROTHAL

Now, when Shibli Bagarag had ceased speaking, the Vizier smiled gravely, and shook his beard with satisfaction, and said to the Eclipser of Reason, ’What opinest thou of this nephew of the barber, O Noorna bin Noorka?’

She answered, “O Feshnavat, my father, truly I am content with the bargain of my betrothal.  He, Wullahy, is a fair youth of flowing speech.’  Then she said, ’Ask thou him what he opineth of me, his betrothed?”

So the Vizier put that interrogation to Shibli Bagarag, and the youth was in perplexity; thinking, ’Is it possible to be joyful in the embrace of one that hath brought thwackings upon us, serious blows?’ Thinking, ’Yet hath she, when the mood cometh, kindly looks; and I marked her eye dwelling on me admiringly!’ And he thought, ’Mayhap she that groweth younger and counteth nature backwards, hath a history that would affect me; or, it may be, my kisses—­wah!  I like not to give them, and it is said,

     “Love is wither’d by the withered lip”;

and that,

     “On bones become too prominent he’ll trip.”

Yet put the case, that my kisses—­I shower them not, Allah the All-seeing is my witness! and they be given daintily as ’twere to the leaf of a nettle, or over-hot pilau.  Yet haply kisses repeated might restore her to a bloom, and it is certain youth is somehow stolen from her, if the Vizier Feshnavat went before her, and his blood be her blood; and he is powerful, she wise.  I’ll decide to act the part of a rejoicer, and express of her opinions honeyed to the soul of that sex.’

Now, while he was thus debating he hung his head, and the Vizier awaited his response, knitting his brows angrily at the delay, and at the last he cried, ’What! no answer? how ’s this?  Shall thy like dare hold debate when questioned of my like?  And is my daughter Noorna bin Noorka, thinkest thou, a slave-girl in the market,—­thou haggling at her price, O thou nephew of the barber?’