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Uel was too busy to be her escort. Syama, if he went, would be no protection; but she would return early. To be certain, she made a calculation. It would take about half an hour to get to the wall; the sun would set soon after seven; by starting home at six she could have fully an hour and a half for the airing, which meant a possible hour and a half with Sergius.
The fifteenth he turned the keeping of his shop over to a friend; and knowing the passage from Alexandria must be by sea, he betook himself, with Syama, to the port on the Golden Horn known as the Gate of St. Peter, at the time most frequented by Egyptian sailing masters. In waiting there, he saw the sun rise over the heights of Scutari, and it was the morning of the very last day.
"First, Syama told me you were at some particular task, and I wanted to know if I could help you." "Dear heart!" he said, tenderly. "Next and this is all I did not want you to forget we are to go up the Bosphorus this afternoon up to Therapia, and possibly to the sea." "You wish to go?" he asked. "I dreamt of it all night."
A bitter look wrung the Prince's countenance "Sergius, a monk not yet come to orders, and Irene, a Princess without a husband. Oh, a small return for my surrender! ... I am tired very tired," he said impatiently "and I have so much, so much to think of. Come, good night." "Can I do nothing for you?" "Yes, tell Syama to bring me some water." "And wine?" "Yes, some wine." "Very well. Good night."
Then he gave attention to the fare, which was of wheaten wafers, cold fowl, preserved fruits, and wine in a stoneware bottle. These Syama set on a circular table not higher than the divan in front of which it was drawn. A white napkin and a bowl for laving the fingers completed the preparation, as Uel supposed. But no. Syama went below again, and reappeared with a metal pot and a small wooden box.
A few turns across the floor brought him back to apparent calmness; indeed, but for the fitful light in his eyes and the swollen veins about his temples, it might be supposed he had been successful in putting his distresses by. He brought Syama in, and, for the first time in two days, took a seat. "Listen, and closely," he said; "for I would be sure you comprehend me.
The Prince's look and manner changed, and he took the monk's hand. "Forgive me," he said warmly "forgive me, if I spoke doubtfully forgive me, if I misunderstood you." Then, with his usual promptitude, he went to the door, and bade Syama bring Nilo. "You know my method of speech with him?" the Prince asked. "Yes," Sergius replied.
It was brought him, an oblong gold box encrusted with brilliants. Opening it, he found a spatula of fine silver on a crystal lid, and under the lid, in compartments, pellets differently colored, one of which he selected, and dropped in his throat. "There, put it back," he said, returning the box to Syama, who went out with it.
Syama, amongst other duties in my behalf, is charged to purchase and furnish one, and have it ready to receive me when I arrive. The day is long passed since a Khan had attractions for me. Much more agreeable is it to think my own door will open instantly at my knock. In this affair thou canst be of service which shall be both remembered and gratefully recompensed.
The Prince called Syama. "Make ready the chair and table on the roof," he said. While waiting, he ate some bread dipped in wine: then walked the room rubbing his hands as if washing them. He sighed frequently. Even the servants could see he was in trouble. At length he went to the roof. Evening was approaching.
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