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They say Kisloch and his set pocket their fifty thousand by the job. 'May each dirhem prove a plague-spot! 'Amen! Dost remember Abner? 'May I slay my mother if I ever forget him. He spoke to his men like so many lambs. What has become of the Lady Miriam? 'She is here. 'That will cut Alroy. 'He was ever fond of her. Dost remember she gained Adoram's life?
I have not cut my host's throat, but only turned him into my porter, and content myself with his harem, his baths, his fine horses, and other little trifles. 'What quarters we are in! There is nothing like a true Messiah! exclaimed Kisloch, devoutly.
The jewel they talk of is a holy emblem, worthless to you, to me invaluable, and to be forfeited only with my life. You may be careless of that. Beware of your own. The first man who advances dies. I pray you humbly, chieftain, let me go. 'Kill him, said Scherirah. 'Stab him! exclaimed Kisloch. 'Give me the jewel, said the third robber. 'The God of David be my refuge, then! exclaimed Alroy.
The chorus instantly died away, every tongue was silent, every eye fixed. Hushed, mute, and immovable, even Kisloch and his companions were appalled as they gazed upon Esther the Prophetess.
At the sight of them, the youthful warrior leaped from his horse, flung away his scimitar, and clasping the maiden in his arms, exclaimed, 'Miriam, my sister, this, this indeed is triumph! 'Drink, said Kisloch the Kourd to Calidas the Indian; 'you forget, comrade, we are no longer Moslemin. 'Wine, methinks, has a peculiarly pleasant flavour in a golden cup, said the Guebre.
'Ah! search him, said Scherirah, with his rough brutal voice; 'do what you like, only give me the bottle. This Greek wine is choice booty. Feed the fire, men. Are you asleep? And then Kisloch, who hates cruelty, can roast him if he likes. The robbers prepared to strip their captive. 'Friends, friends! exclaimed Alroy, 'for there is no reason why you should not be friends, spare me, spare me.
Immediately advanced Kisloch the Kourd, to whom, being placed in an eminent position, the Cadi of Bagdad drawing forth a scroll from his velvet bag, read a deposition, wherein the worthy Kisloch stated that he first became acquainted with the prisoner, David Alroy, in some ruins in the desert, the haunt of banditti, of whom Alroy was the chief; that he, Kisloch, was a reputable merchant, and that his caravan had been plundered by these robbers, and he himself captured; that, on the second night of his imprisonment, Alroy appeared to him in the likeness of a lion, and on the third, of a bull with fiery eyes; that he was in the habit of constantly transforming himself; that he frequently raised spirits; that, at length, on one terrible night, Eblis himself came in great procession, and presented Alroy with the sceptre of Solomon Ben Daoud; and that the next day Alroy raised his standard, and soon after massacred Hassan Subah and his Seljuks, by the visible aid of many terrible demons.
'Noble Captain, said Kisloch, 'we trust that you will permit us to enlist in the band. This is not the first time we have served under your orders in this spot. Old co-mates, i'faith, who have seen the best and the worst. We suspected where you might be found, although, thanks to the ever felicitous invention of man, it is generally received that you died in battle.
He would have risen; his feet were bound. He looked round for Schirene, and called her name; he was answered only by a shriek. The amphitheatre was filled with Karasmian troops. His own men were surprised and overpowered. Kisloch and the Guebre had been on guard. He was raised from the ground, and flung upon a camel, which was instantly trotted out of the circus.
'And you are witty, rejoined the Guebre. ''Tis a wondrous day. 'What shall we do? said Kisloch. 'Let us dine, proposed the Negro. 'Ay! under this plane-tree, said Calidas. ''Tis pleasant to be alone. I hate everybody but ourselves. 'Here stop, you rascal, said the Guebre. 'What's your name?
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