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Updated: June 25, 2025
All there knew their story, and could appreciate their feelings, while not a word was spoken, to break the spell of so joyous a meeting, the joy of such unhoped for bliss. "The Sultan then deceived me," said Komel, suddenly recovering her voice. "He was himself deceived, and thinks me dead," replied Aphiz; "my escape was miraculous."
Gradually the water crept higher and higher, and the plunging schooner seemed at every fall of her bows to be going down. Even the gentle Komel and Zillah could understand the fearful momentary danger that must ensue when the hull should plunge at last, and they silently held each other's hands. "Hurrah! hurrah!" cried one of the crew, at the top of his voice.
"Our actions are only truthful when they speak the language of the heart," replied she. "You forget my forbearance." "I forget nothing, but remember constantly too much," she replied. "It may be, Komel, that you do not remember on thing, which it is necessary to recall to you mind. You are my slave!" Leaving the Sultan and his household, we will turn once more to Capt.
Thus it was, therefore, having no one with whom she could truly and honestly sympathize, that Komel preferred to whisper her thoughts to the birds and flowers, and to fancy that Aphiz's spirit was near by, smiling upon her the while. What a strange and dreamy life the Circassian was passing in the Sultan's harem!
It was on a fair summer's afternoon, that the Sultan, strolling in the flower gardens of the palace, either by design or accident, came upon a spot where Komel was half reclining upon one of the soft lounges that were strewn here and there under tiny latticed pagodas, to shelter the occupant from the sun.
And when, at last, with full consent from her parents, Aphiz led Komel a blushing bride to the altar, and Selim and Zillah supported them on either side, how happy were they all! Years pass on in the hills of Circassia as in all the rest of the world beside.
Thus conjecturing and surmising, Komel scarcely closed her eyes all night, and when she did so, it was to live over in her dreams the scenes we have referred to, and to seem to hear once more those thrilling and tender notes of her far off home.
All this while, the half-witted boy lay coiled up in one corner of the cabin unseen, but himself noticing every movement that transpired, until as they all settled more quietly to a realizing sense of their relative positions, when Komel seeking him brought him to Aphiz, and told him how much she owed the poor boy for kindness rendered to her, and even that he had saved her life once, if not a second time, by his mastering the guard.
The monarch could read as much in her face whenever they chanced to meet, and the feelings of tenderness which he had entertained for her were also changing, and he felt that he should soon exercise the right of a master if he could make no impression upon the beautiful Circassian as a lover. "You treat me with coldness, Komel," he said to her, reproachfully.
"Ah! excellency, I am but a weak girl and can ill abide a jest. Aphiz can have done nothing to receive your displeasure, and surely you would not take his life without reason." "I had reason sufficient for me." "What was it, excellency?" "The fellow loved you, Komel." "O, sorrow me, sorrow me, that his love for should have been his ending."
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