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I dropped my eyes on the caldron. "See," whispered Margrave, "the sparkles at last begin to arise, and the rose-hues to deepen, signs that we near the last process." The fifth hour had passed away, when Ayesha said to me, "Lo! the circle is fading; the lamps grow dim.
And do you remember what Ayesha swore, that she would come again yes, to this world; and how could that be except by re-birth, or, what is the same thing, by the transmigration of the spirit?" I did not answer this argument. I was struggling with myself. "No sign has come to me," I said, "and yet I have had a part in the play, humble enough, I admit, and I believe that I have still a part."
Leo liked to be with Ayesha continually, so we spent each evening in her company, and much of the day also, until she found that this inactivity told upon him who for years had been accustomed to endure every rigour of climate in the open air.
Leo rose, looking about him bewildered, and said in the strained voice of one who is weak with much suffering "But just in time, Ayesha. Another second, and that murderous dog" and he pointed to the Shaman "well, it was in time. But how went the battle, and how earnest thou here through that awful hurricane? And, oh, Horace, thank heaven they did not kill you after all!"
In silence we walked, till at last Leo groaned it was more of a sob than a groan and clasped my arm. "I can bear it no longer, Horace," he said for so he called me now "I am in torment. The desire to see Ayesha once more saps my brain. Without hope I shall go quite mad. And I am strong, I may live another fifty years." "What then can you do?" I asked.
And then and then I remember no more till the night on which Ayesha came to my couch and said, 'Rise. "And I rose, leaning on her, supported by her. We went through dim narrow streets, faintly lit by wan stars, disturbing the prowl of the dogs, that slunk from the look of that woman. We came to a solitary house, small and low, and my nurse said, 'Wait.
Thus reassured and thus resolved, I advanced, with a smile of disdain, to meet Margrave and his veiled companion, as they now came from the moonlit copse. "Well," I said to him, with an irony that unconsciously mimicked his own, "have you taken advice with your nurse? I assume that the dark form by your side is that of Ayesha."
Omar, the father of another maiden who is to be Mahomet's concubine, follows Abubekir's example; he and his daughter join in to form a quintette. The girl Ayesha is first soprano, Hafsa second soprano; Abubekir is a bass, Omar a baritone. "Mahomet returns, inspired.
Indeed, the mad excitement of those minutes of waiting, and some foreshadowing of the terrible wonders that were about to befall, made me forget my hurts. Now, Ayesha was standing staring upwards, so that although I could not see her veiled face, I guessed that her eyes must be fixed on the sky above the mountain top.
Nothing for him is left but a grave; that grave shall be in the land where the song of Ayesha first lulled him to sleep. Thou assist Me, thou, the wise man of Europe! From me ask assistance. What road wilt thou take to thy home?" "There is but one road known to me through the maze of the solitude, that which we took to this upland." "On that road Death lurks, and awaits thee!
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