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No notice was taken of his appearance for nearly two hours, at length he heard a few notes of the lute, and presently the lattice opened right above the little postern door at which Marthon had admitted Hayraddin, and Isabelle, in maidenly beauty, appeared at the opening, greeted him half kindly, half shyly, coloured extremely at the deep and significant reverence with which he returned her courtesy shut the casement, and disappeared.
"What I tell you is as certain," said Hayraddin, "as that you shall in brief space be menaced with mighty danger, which I infer from this bright blood red line cutting the table line transversely, and intimating stroke of sword, or other violence, from which you shall only be saved by the attachment of a faithful friend."
Crossing the alleys of the garden to another part of the building, where a postern door opened behind a large massive buttress, overgrown with ivy, Hayraddin looked back, and waved his hand in a signal of an exulting farewell to his follower, who saw that in effect the postern door was opened by Marthon, and that the vile Bohemian was admitted into the precincts, as he naturally concluded, of the apartment of the Countesses of Croye.
"I have a boon to ask," said Hayraddin; "but first I will buy it of you; for your tribe, with all their professions of charity, give naught for naught." "I could well nigh say, thy gifts perish with thee," answered Quentin, "but that thou art on the very verge of eternity. Ask thy boon reserve thy bounty it can do me no good I remember enough of your good offices of old."
The Lady Hameline was as violent in her passions, as she was vain and weak in her understanding. Like many other persons, she went tolerably well through the ordinary duties of life, but in a crisis like the present, she was entirely incapable of doing aught, save pouring forth unavailing lamentations, and accusing Hayraddin of being a thief, a base slave, an impostor, a murderer.
"No matter thinking of it, then," said Hayraddin, "for I mean still to surprise you with my gratitude. Had you kept back my hire, I should have held that we were quit, and had left you to your own foolish guidance. As it is, I remain your debtor for yonder matter on the banks of the Cher." "Methinks I have already taken out the payment in cursing and abusing thee," said Quentin.
Many a time among Gipsies I have felt, I confess with pleasure, all the subtlest spirit of fun combined with picture-memories of Hayraddin Maugrabin witch-legends and the "Egyptians;" for in their ignorance they are still an unconscious race, and do not know what the world writes about them.
"Pay the bloodhounds their fee," said Hayraddin to Durward, "I was plundered of every stiver when they took me it shall avail thee much." Quentin paid the executioners their guerdon, and, like men of promise, they retreated out of hearing keeping, however, a careful eye on the criminal's motions.
To say truth, my poor kinswoman's head was so turned by the mysterious jargon of the miserable Hayraddin, whom that day she had admitted to a long and secret conference, and she threw out so many strange hints that that in short, I cared not to press on her, when in that humour, for any explanation. Yet it was cruel to leave me behind her."
"And yet," said Quentin, "I find you in correspondence with those very officers by whom your brother was done to death, for it was one of them who directed me where to meet with you the same, doubtless, who procured yonder ladies your services as a guide." "What can we do?" answered Hayraddin, gloomily.
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