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He would put the treasure away, and go over and inquire into the matter. Hardly was he past his own lintel when Syama met him. The face of the faithful servant showed unwonted excitement, and, casting himself at his master's feet, he embraced his knees, uttering the hoarse unintelligible cries with which the dumb are wont to make their suffering known.
Syama hath means of procuring all the money he may require, even to extravagance; at the same time he is forbidden to contract a debt, except it be to thee for kindness done, all which he will report to me so I may pay them fitly.
Addressing Syama, he said gravely: "This is Nilo, son of the Nilo whom you knew. As you held the father in love, so you shall hold the son." The man was young, very black, and gigantic in stature. Syama embraced him as he had the others. In the great city there was not a more united household under roof than that of the shopkeeper's friend.
The edge of the handkerchief projected over the forehead enough to cast the entire face in shade, leaving to view only a mass of white beard overflowing the breast. The master ended the reception at the head of the stairs by gently raising Syama to his feet. Then he subjected the room to a swift inspection, and, in proof of satisfaction, he patted the happy retainer on the shoulder.
With this, the explanation appeared concluded; for the Prince notified Syama that he did not desire more tea, and lapsed into a thoughtful silence. Presently Uel arose, saying: "You must be weary. With permission I will take my leave now. I confess you have given me much to think over, and made me happy by taking me into your confidence. If it be agreeable, I will call at noon to-morrow."
Syama, similarly attired, though in richer material, walked at the side of the sedan, ready to open the door or answer such signal as he might receive from within.
"Come then, and I will put thee in the way to some red wine; for art thou not a traveller?" The son of Abed-din saluted, saying simply: "Meshallah!" and was presently in care of Syama; after which the Prince took the ribbon to the table, spread it out carefully, and stood over it in the strong light, studying the symbols and writing in the square of
Syama, in his way, answered, yes. "Are the boxes secure? They may have to go a long journey." "Yes." "Did you place the jewels in new bags? The old ones were well nigh gone." "Yes." "Are they in the gurglet now?" "Yes." "You know we will have to keep it filled with water." "Yes." "My medicines are they ready for packing?" "Yes." "Return them to their cases carefully.
About the same time a wave of cold February air rolled into the city, and to escape it he went below. The silence there was observable; for now Syama had finished, and the house was deserted.
I will have need of them again, for" he mused a moment "yes, if that I purpose must be, then, the worst betiding us, they shall not say I was hard and merciless, and cut their chances scant." Uel was at the door going, when the Prince called him back. "Wait I do not need rest. Thou dost. Is Syama there?" "Yes." "Send him to me."
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