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"And who has brought me this disdain, And who my hope betrayed, And thee, the beauteous Zaida, False to thy purpose made? And who has caused my spoils of war, The palm and laurel leaf, To wither on my forehead, bowed Beneath the load of grief? 'Tis that some hearts of treachery black With lies have crossed thy way, And changed thee to a lioness, By hunters brought to bay.
And may ye learn, ye pitiless, How heavy is the rod That brings on human cruelty The chastisement of God. Ye who profess in word and deed The path of truth to hold Are viler than the nightly wolves That waste the quiet fold." So forth he rode, that Moorish knight, Consumed by passion's flame, Scorned and repulsed by Zaida, The lovely Moorish dame.
Thou wouldst do justice, O Effendina; but canst thou do double justice ay, a thousandfold? Then" his voice raised almost shrilly "then do it upon Achmet Pasha. She Zaida told me where I should find the bridge- opener." "Zaida once more!" Kaid murmured. "She had learned all in Achmet's harem hearing speech between Achmet and the man whom thou didst deliver to my hands yesterday."
In any event, Alfonso seems to have been only too glad to accept this offer, and Zaida was accordingly escorted in great state to Toledo, which had lately been wrested from the Moors; there she was baptized as Maria Isabella, and then married to the king with much ceremony.
"O cursed day that saw thee leave these walls! I did it for thy good thou wert so young; thy life was all before thee! But now come, Zaida, here in Kaid's Palace thou shalt have a home, and be at peace, for I see that thou hast suffered. Surely it shall be said that Kaid honours thee." He reached out to take her hand.
"O cursed day that saw thee leave these walls! I did it for thy good thou wert so young; thy life was all before thee! But now come, Zaida, here in Kaid's Palace thou shalt have a home, and be at peace, for I see that thou hast suffered. Surely it shall be said that Kaid honours thee." He reached out to take her hand.
Zaida!" he said gently, amazedly. She salaamed low. "Forgive me, O my lord!" she said, in a whispering voice, drawing her veil about her head. "It was my soul's desire to look upon thy face once more." "Whither didst thou go at Harrik's death? I sent to find thee, and give thee safety; but thou wert gone, none knew where." "O my lord, what was I but a mote in thy sun, that thou shouldst seek me?"
And if, fair Zaida, this is true, I kneel before thy feet Imploring thou wilt tell me true, and fling away deceit; For all the town is talking, still talking of our love, And the tongues of slander, to thy blame, to my derision move."
The lions are loosed upon thee!" Had he not risen with the voice still in his ears and fled to the harem, seeking Zaida, she who had never cringed before him, whose beauty he had conquered, but whose face turned from him when he would lay his lips on hers? And, as he fled, had he not heard, as it were, footsteps lightly following him or were they going before him?
The lions are loosed upon thee!" Had he not risen with the voice still in his ears and fled to the harem, seeking Zaida, she who had never cringed before him, whose beauty he had conquered, but whose face turned from him when he would lay his lips on hers? And, as he fled, had he not heard, as it were, footsteps lightly following him or were they going before him?
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