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Updated: May 14, 2025
About that time, the sea gate in front of the Palace of Julian down at Constantinople opened, and a boat passed out into the Marmora. Five men plied the oars. Two sat near the stern. These latter were Count Corti and Ali, son of Abed-din the Faithful.
"Come then, and I will put thee in the way to some red wine; for art thou not a traveller?" The son of Abed-din saluted, saying simply: "Meshallah!" and was presently in care of Syama; after which the Prince took the ribbon to the table, spread it out carefully, and stood over it in the strong light, studying the symbols and writing in the square of
What ceremony is then needed to perfect his title?" "If one have wisdom, O son of Abed-din, whence is it except from Allah? Let not thy opinion of thy young master escape thee. Were he to die to-morrow" "Allah forbid!" exclaimed Ali. Where is he now?" "He rides doubtless to Adrianople.
Tell me this time of thyself first; then of her; but always after of her first. My soul is scorching with impatience." There was no date to the screed nor was it signed; yet the Count put it to his forehead and lips. He knew the writing as he knew his own hand. "O Ali!" he said, his eyes aglow. "Hereafter thou shalt be Ali the Faithful, son of Abed-din the Faithful."
The bit of yellow satin, when unfolded, presented a diagram which the Prince at first thought a nativity; upon closer inspection, he asked the courier: "Son of Abed-din, did thy father draw this?" "No, it is the handiwork of my Lord, the Sultan Mahommed." "But it is a record of death, not of birth."
Ali, son of Abed-din the Faithful, is charged instantly the great soul is departed on its way to Paradise to ride as the north wind flies, and give thee a record which Abed-din is to make on peril of his soul, abating not the fraction of a second. Thou wilt understand it, and the purpose of the sending."
By and by the monger was shown into the Count's room, where there was a table, with books and writing material a corner room full lighted by windows in the south and east. When they were alone, the two gazed at each other. "Ali, son of Abed-din!" said the Count. "Is it thou?" "O Emir! All of me that is not fish is the Ali thou hast named." "God is great!" the first exclaimed.
The Prince of India, with the slip in his hand, walked the floor once from west to east to regain the mastery of himself. "Ali, son of Abed-din the Faithful," he then said, "has a record for me."
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