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The great Bardissi will be welcome, and L'Elfi may also come. They may speak to you of their love and adoration, but me you command to depart!" "No, Youssouf," cried she, "to them I shall say, depart also! I swear by Allah and by my " She stopped, she had almost pronounced the word that trembled on her lips.
Sitta Nefysseh does not occupy herself with raising soldiers. Youssouf was brought up by my husband, and has remained in my house these few years since his death. He had grown weary of the effeminate life he was leading, and begged to be discharged from my service. I did as he requested. I am not his mother, not his sister, and not his relative.
To die near you, beholding you in death, were heavenly bliss." Sitta Nefysseh had disappeared behind the clump of bushes. Kachef Youssouf still stood before the kiosk. He listened. The music had ceased. He knew that his mistress was returning with her women to the house.
Herein your kachef Youssouf promises my soldier, Sadok Aga, to give him his whole pay, and even double the amount, if he will undertake to ride to Bardissi's camp and convey a letter to the bey. Here it is in his own handwriting, and signed by him." "Highness, I beg you to let me see the writing," said Nefysseh, extending her hand to take the paper. "Let me see it; I can read."
There are shallow places in the canal, I have been told; and, if some one could be found willing to incur the danger of making inquiries on the other side, in Damietta, where they are better informed on the subject, we might succeed in finding such a place." "I will undertake this duty," said the kachef Youssouf, stepping forward. "I will go over to Damietta and obtain the desired information."
Love opens his eyes and permits him to see and recognize her who is bowed over him, regarding him with loving tenderness. "Is it you, Sitta Nefysseh? Am I already dead, and is it a divine being that looks at me with your eyes?" "No, my Youssouf, you live and are with me on earth!" "Oh, it is impossible impossible!
He raises his hand to his forehead and touches the wound, and then he knows what has taken place; he feels it in the burning pain of his wound. "Oh, we are lost all lost! Tell me, Nefysseh, must I die?" "No, you shall not die; you shall live, Youssouf, live for me." "For thee? Oh, tell me, Nefysseh, do you, then, love me?"
Five thousand brave soldiers, among them the Albanian corps, the best troops of the Turkish army, are under the command of the young sarechsme. In advance of him, Youssouf Bey is marching upon the Mamelukes with a corps of almost equal strength.
"What does this mean? What do you bring me?" "The keys to the vault. This one opens the inner, and the other the outer door." "You will keep them for me, Youssouf," said his mistress, inclining her beautiful head. "You confide them to me," said he, his countenance radiant with delight. "You wish to confide to your slave the keys to your treasure?" "Does that surprise you?" asked she, gently.
And now you require Youssouf to leave you, him who promised his master, Mourad Bey, that he would faithfully stand beside you his life long! You cannot send me away, you will wait until the danger is past; then will I go wherever you send me, were it to the ends of the world! For you, Youssouf will rush into the arms of Death, but he cannot leave you to face danger alone.
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