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Abner and Asriel still maintained the fight, and the Caliph was at the same time preparing for new efforts, and watching with anxiety for the arrival of Scherirah. In the fifth hour, from an eminence he marked with exultation the advancing banners of his expected succours.
Where's Honain? 'With the Queen, Sire. ''Tis well. What's that shout? 'Here's the messenger from Asriel. Make way! way! 'Well! how is't, Sir? 'Please your Highness, I could not reach the guard. 'Could not reach the guard! God of my fathers! who should let thee? 'Sire, I was taken prisoner. 'Prisoner! By the thunder of Sinai, are we at war? Who made thee prisoner?
'O Alroy! she exclaimed, 'I have no creed, no country, no life, but thee! 'The king is late to-day. 'Is it true, Asriel, there is an express from Hamadan? 'Of no moment, Ithamar. I have private letters from Abner. All is quiet. ''Tis much past the hour. When do you depart, Scherirah? 'The troops are ready. I wait orders. This morning's council will perchance decide.
The deputation advanced, bowed, and retired. Alroy turned to Jabaster. 'No common person that, Jabaster? 'A very gracious Turk, sire. 'Think you he is a Turk? 'By his dress. 'It may be so. Asriel, break up the camp. We'll march at once to Bagdad. The chiefs dispersed to make the necessary arrangements for the march.
'This morning's council is devoted to the settlement of the civil affairs of the capital, remarked Jabaster. 'Indeed! said Asriel. 'Is your report prepared, Jabaster? ''Tis here, replied the high priest. 'The Hebrew legislator requires but little musing to shape his order. He has a model which time cannot destroy, nor thought improve. Ithamar and Asriel exchanged significant glances.
What, slay Alroy! my joy, my only life! Ah! woe is me; our bright felicity hath fled for ever! 'Not so, sweet child; we are but as we were. A few quick hours, and all will be as bright as if no storm had crossed our sunny days. 'Hast seen Asriel? He says such fearful things! 'How now? 'Ah me! I am desolate. I have no friend. 'Schirene! 'They will have my blood.
Abner is made Sultan of Persia; Asriel, Ithamar, Medad, and the chief captains, Vizirs, Honain their chief. Four Moslem nobles are sworn into the council. The Princess goes to mosque in state next Friday; 'tis said thy pupil doth accompany her. 'I'll not believe it! By the God of Sinai, I'll not believe it! Were my own eye the accursed witness of the deed, I'd not believe it. Go to mosque!
This is for him. The Queen accompanies us. She is his charge. These papers for the Vizir. Let the troops be under arms by daybreak. This order of the day for the Lord Asriel. Send this instantly to Hamadan. Is the Tatar despatched to Medad? 'Tis well. You have done your duty. Now to rest. Pharez? 'My lord. 'I shall not sleep to-night. Give me my drink. Go rest, good boy. I have no wants.
I saw her charging in our ranks, waving a sabre with her snowy arm, her long, dark hair streaming like a storm, from which her eyes flashed lightning. 'The king bleeds, said Jabaster. 'Slightly. It will do me service. I am somewhat feverish. A kingdom for a draught of water! And now for our wounded friends. Asriel, do you marshal the camp. It is the Sabbath eve. Time presses.
'The city, sire, is calm, and I believe content. The sultan and the caliph are still hovering on the borders of the province. 'So I supposed. Scherirah will settle that. Let the troops be encamped without the walls, the garrison, ten thousand strong, must be changed monthly. Ithamar, you are governor of the city: Asriel commands the forces.
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