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He envied not the Moors who stood In favor with the King! He did not crave the honors That rank and office bring. He only cared that Zaida, Her soft heart led astray By lying words of slander, Had flung his love away. And thinking on her beauteous face, Her bearing proud and high, The bosom of the valiant Moor Heaved with a mournful sigh.
And yet I was, if thou with thought impartial wilt reflect, Not without cause incensed with thee, for all thy strange neglect. Neglect that not from falseness or words of mine had sprung But from the slanderous charges made by a lying tongue; And now I ask thee pardon, if it be not too late, Oh, take thy Zaida to thy heart, for she is desolate!
Nay, give me no excuses vain, For none of them I ask, Plead truth to her thou cozenest now They'll serve thee in the task. And if my counsel thou wilt take, Forget these eyes, this heart, Forget my grief at thy neglect Forget me and depart." Thus to the Moor, Azarco, The lovely Zaida cried, And closed her lattice, overwhelmed With sorrow's rising tide.
Twice he essayed to speak, but paused. David's eyes followed his look. "What is it? Who is he yonder?" The other rose to his feet. "Come and see, Saadat," he replied. "Seeing, thou wilt know what to do." "Zaida is it of Zaida?" David asked. "The man will answer for himself, Saadat." Coming within a few feet of the figure crouched upon the rock, Ebn Ezra paused and stretched out a hand.
"Zaida the peace of God be upon thee," he said, and gazed lovingly yet sadly upon her, for she had greatly changed. "And upon thee peace, Mahommed," she answered, and sat upon the floor, her head upon her breast. "Thou hast trouble at," he said, and put some cakes of dourha and a meated cucumber beside her. She touched the food with her fingers, but did not eat.
It was arranged with King Zaida that the islanders of Ternate should make a demonstration against Tydor, being set across the strait in Dutch vessels. Sebastian, however, having little faith in oriental tenacity, entrusted the real work of storming the fortress to his own soldiers and sailors. On a fine morning in May the assault was delivered in magnificent style.
She shook her head slowly, and her hands folded on her breast. "My sister is there," she said at last. There was an instant's stillness, then Kaid added with a voice of grief: "Peace be upon thee, Zaida. Life is but a spark. If death comes not to-day, it will tomorrow, for thee for me. Inshallah, peace be upon thee!" She opened her eyes and looked at him.
Twice he essayed to speak, but paused. David's eyes followed his look. "What is it? Who is he yonder?" The other rose to his feet. "Come and see, Saadat," he replied. "Seeing, thou wilt know what to do." "Zaida is it of Zaida?" David asked. "The man will answer for himself, Saadat." Coming within a few feet of the figure crouched upon the rock, Ebn Ezra paused and stretched out a hand.
"When didst thou have mercy?" asked David. "Thy crimes are against humanity." Kaid made a motion, and, with dragging feet, Achmet passed from the haunts of familiar faces. For a moment Kaid stood and looked at Zaida, rigid and stricken in that awful isolation which is the leper's doom. Her eyes were closed, but her head was high. "Wilt thou not die?" Kaid asked her gently.
And he must pass the crowd of men, Who in the courtyard stand, Lighting the palace of the Moor, With torches in their hand. And Zaida in the midst comes forth, Her lover at her side; He has come, amid his groomsmen, To take her for his bride. And bold Gazul feels his heart bound With fury at the sight; A lion's rage is in his soul, His brow is black as night.
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