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'And it shall soon be gratified. All will soon be arranged. A few brief days, and then Schirene will mount her camel for a longer ride than just to gather dates. You'll make a sorry traveller, I fear! 'Not I; I'll tire you all. They reached the circus, and seated themselves round the blazing fire. Seldom had Alroy, since his fall, appeared more cheerful.
How is Schirene? 'Thinking of thee. 'Tis something that she can think. My mind has gone. Where's Miriam? 'Free. 'That's something. Thou hast done that. Good, good Honain, be kind to that sweet child, if only for my sake. Thou art all she has left. 'She hath thee. 'Her desolation. 'Live and be her refuge. 'How's that? These walls! Escape? No, no; it is impossible. 'I do not deem it so.
I hope your Majesty is well, added Kisloch, bowing to Schirene. 'You are welcome, friends, replied Alroy; 'I know your worth. You have seen, as you say, the best and the worst, and will, I trust, see better. Died in battle, eh! that's good. ''Tis so received, said Calidas. 'And what news of our friends? 'Not over good, but strange. 'How so? 'Hamadan is taken. 'I am prepared; tell me all.
'I die with joy if thou performest it. ''Tis done. 'God save Alroy. While Alroy, plunged in thought, stood over the body of the officer, there arose a flourish of triumphant music, and a eunuch, entering the pavilion, announced the arrival of Schirene from Kerrund.
'She speaks of another world. I do remember something. Who has sent this music to a dungeon? My spirit softens with her melting words. My eyes are moist. I weep! 'Tis pleasant. Sorrow is joy compared with my despair. I never thought to shed a tear again. My brain is cooler. 'Weep, weep, I pray thee weep; but let me kiss away thy tears, my soul! Didst think thy Schirene had deserted thee?
There it is. Is't sweet? Shalt have another, and another too. I've got the ring! Farewell, my lovely bird, I'll soon return to pillow in thy nest. 'She has got the ring! What's this? what's this? Schirene! art gone? Nay, surely not. She jests. Jabaster! A traitor's head! What ho! there. Pharez, Pharez! 'My lord. 'Passed the Queen that way? 'She did, my lord. 'In tears? 'Nay! very joyful!
Dost call thyself forlorn with such fidelity, and deem thyself a wretch, when Paradise with all its beauteous gates but woos thy entrance? Oh! no, no, no, no! thou hast forgot Schirene: I fear me much, thy over-fond Schirene, who doats upon thy image in thy chains more than she did when those sweet hands of thine were bound with gems and played with her bright locks!
When I enter upon my functions as your highness's chamberlain, I will at least guarantee that your slumbers shall not be disturbed either by spirits or more unwelcome visitors. 'Enter upon them at once, good Honain. How fares my Persian rose to-day, my sweet Schirene? 'Feeding on your image in your absence. She spares no word to me, I do assure your highness.
Dashing down the great street, they at length entered the old amphitheatre. They dismounted. Alroy made a couch with their united cloaks for Schirene. Some collected fuel, great store of which was found, and kindled large fires. Others, while it was yet light, chased the gazelles, and were sufficiently fortunate to provide their banquet, or fetched water from the well known to their leader.
When I first met Scherirah in these ruins, I shrank with horror from degraded man; and now I sigh to be his heir. We must not think! 'No, love, we'll only hope, replied Schirene; and they passed through the gates. The night was beautiful, the air was still warm and sweet. Schirene gazed upon the luminous heavens.
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