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Thou hast listened to all Honain has told thee, that wise man, my Alroy, who never erred. 'Tis but a word he counsels, an empty word, a most unmeaning form. But speak it, and thou art free, and Alroy and Schirene may blend again their glorious careers and lives of sweet fruition.
His heart yielded to her fondness, his spirit became lighter, his depression melted away. 'My ruby! said Schirene, and she spoke in a low smothered voice, her face hidden and nestled in his breast. 'My ruby! dost thou love me? He smiled in fondness as he pressed her to his heart. 'My ruby, thy pearl is so frightened, it dare not look upon thee. Wicked men!
He would have risen; his feet were bound. He looked round for Schirene, and called her name; he was answered only by a shriek. The amphitheatre was filled with Karasmian troops. His own men were surprised and overpowered. Kisloch and the Guebre had been on guard. He was raised from the ground, and flung upon a camel, which was instantly trotted out of the circus.
The sky was tinted with a pale violet flush, a single star floating by the side of the white moon, that beamed with a dim lustre, soft and shapely as a pearl. 'Beautiful! exclaimed the pensive Schirene, as she gazed upon the star. 'O, my Alroy, why cannot we ever live alone, and ever in a paradise? 'I am wearied of empire, replied Alroy with a smile, 'let us fly!
Schirene drew Alroy to his rough seat, and gently placing herself on his knees, threw her arms round his neck, and buried her face in his breast. After a few minutes she raised her head, and whispered in his ear in irresistible accents of sweet exultation, 'We shall be free to-morrow! 'To-morrow! is the trial so near? exclaimed the captive, with an agitated voice and changing countenance.
The offering of Miriam to Schirene; fifty plants of roses from Rocnabad; a white shawl of Cachemire fifty feet in length, which folded into the handle of a fan; fifty screens, each made of a feather of the roc; and fifty vases of crystal full of exquisite perfumes, and each sealed with a talisman of precious stones. After these followed the eunuch guard.
A soft lip pressed his hand. He started, his chains clanked. 'Alroy! softly murmured the kneeling female. 'What voice is that? wildly exclaimed the Prince of the Captivity. 'It falls upon my ear like long-forgotten music. I'll not believe it. No! I'll not believe it. Art thou Schirene? 'I am that wretched thing they called thy bride. 'Oh! this indeed is torture!
'Hear, O ye people, and be wise. The chief Cadi is about to read the deposition of the royal Princess Schirene, chief victim of the sorcerer.
There is no happiness if Jabaster breathe; nor can I be the same Schirene to thee as I have been, if this proud rebel live to spy my conduct. 'Banish him, banish him! 'To herd with rebels. Is this thy policy? 'O Schirene! I love not this man, although me-thinks I should: yet didst thou know but all! 'I know too much, Alroy. From the first he has been to me a hateful thought.
Sometimes the trumpets announced a prize from the vice-queen, sometimes from the venerable Bostenay, sometimes from the victorious generals, or the loyal deputations, sometimes from the united trades, sometimes from the City of Bagdad, sometimes from the City of Hamadan. The hours flew away in gorgeous and ceaseless variety. 'I would we were alone, my own Schirene, said Alroy to his bride.
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