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Sah-luma smiled, as one who is tolerant of the whims of a hired buffoon, and, this time seating himself in his ebony chair, was about to commence dictating his Second Canto when Theos, yielding to his desire to speak aloud the idea that had just flashed across his brain said abruptly: "Has it ever seemed to thee, Sah-luma, as it now does to me, that there is a strange resemblance between thy imaginative description of the ideal 'Nourhalma, and the actual charms and virtues of thy strayed singing-maid Niphrata?"
Involuntarily he uttered an exclamation of horror at what seemed to him so wanton and brutal an act, when just then Sah-luma caught him eagerly by the arm, Sah-luma, whose soft, oval countenance was brilliant with excitement, and in whose eyes gleamed a mingled expression of mirth and ferocity. "Come, come, my friend!" he said hastily "Yonder is a sight worth seeing!
"Why, in the name of all the gods, SHOULD they be raised?" demanded Sah-luma impatiently "If their choice is to grovel in mire, why ask them to dwell in a palace? They would not appreciate the change!" "Again," went on Theos "there are others who are only happy in the pursuit of wisdom, and the more they learn, the more they seek to know.
The Kyrisian language was, as has been before stated, perfectly familiar to him, though he could not tell how he had acquired the knowledge of it, and he was able to see at a glance that Sah-luma had good cause to be enthusiastic in his praise of the author whose genius he so fervently admired.
I will mix the honey of thy luscious lips with the crimson bubbles on this goblet's brim, and the taste thereof shall be as nectar dropped from paradise! Nay, nay! I will drink to none but Myself, to the immortal bard Sah-luma, Poet of poets, named first and greatest on the scroll of Fame! ... aye, 'tis a worthy toast and merits a deeper draught of mellow vintage!
Presently in the midst of his painful indecision, an answer suggested itself like a whispered hint from some invisible prompter: "Poets like Sah-luma are no doubt as rare as nightingales in snow!" he said with a soft deference, and an increasing sense of tenderness for his haughty, handsome interlocutor "As for me, I am a singer of sad songs that are not worth the hearing!
Many such there be now wantoning among us, and the head and chief of them all is perhaps the most popular numskull in Al-Kyris, . . the Poet, bah! ... let us say the braying Jack-ass in office, the laurelled Sah-luma!" Theos gave an indignant start, the hot color flushed his brows, . . then he restrained himself by an effort.
If it was his line he knew it already! it ran thus: "A central sorrow dwells in perfect joy! Scarcely had he repeated this to himself inwardly, than Sah-luma, with majestic grace and sweetness of utterance, dictated aloud: "A central sorrow dwells in perfect joy!" "Ah GOD!"
He listened, and his heart leaped with an intense relief and joy, Sah-luma, the beloved Sah-luma, was evidently at home and as yet unharmed, these mirthful sounds betokened that all was well.
I warrant 'tis not piety that persuades him to wander through the underground Passage of the Tombs alone and in disguise! Sah-luma! ... pretty pampered hound as thou art! ... thou art near enough to Our Lady of Witcheries, ask her, ... ask her! ... she knows, . . "and his voice sank into an incoherent murmur, . . "she knows more than she cares to confess!"
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