<h3><SPAN name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></SPAN>CHAPTER II</h3>
<p>When Khaled reached the palace he dismounted from
his mare, and leading her by the bridle entered the
gateway. Here he met many persons, guards, and
slaves both black and white, and porters bearing provisions,
and a few women, all hurrying hither and
thither; and many noticed him, but a few gazed curiously
into his face, and two or three grooms followed
him a little way, pointing out to each other the beauties
of his mare.</p>
<p>'Truly,' they said, 'if we did not know the mares of
the stud better than the faces of our mothers, we should
swear by Allah that this beast had been stolen from the
Sultan's stables by a thief in the night, for she is of the
best blood in Nejed.'</p>
<p>These being curious they saluted Khaled and asked
him whence he came and whither he was going, seeing
that it is not courteous to ask a stranger any other
questions.</p>
<p>'I come from the Red Desert,' Khaled answered, 'and
I am going into the palace as you see.'<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>The grooms saw that there was a rebuke in the last
part of his answer and hung back and presently went
their way.</p>
<p>'Are such mares bred in the Red Desert?' they
exclaimed. 'The stranger is doubtless the sheikh of
some powerful tribe. But if this be true, where are the
men that came with him? And why is he dressed like
a man of the city?'</p>
<p>So they hastened out of the gateway to find the
Bedouins who, they supposed, must have accompanied
Khaled on his journey.</p>
<p>But Khaled went forward and came to a great court
in which were stone seats by the walls. Here a number
of people were waiting. So he sat down upon one of
the seats and his mare laid her nose upon his shoulder
as though inquiring what he would do.</p>
<p>'Allah knows,' Khaled said, as though answering
her. So he waited patiently.</p>
<p>At last a man came out into the courtyard who was
richly dressed, and whom all the people saluted as he
passed. But he came straight towards Khaled, who
rose from his seat.</p>
<p>'Whence come you, my friend?' he inquired after
they had exchanged the salutation.</p>
<p>'From the Red Desert, and I desire permission to
speak with the Sultan when it shall please his majesty
to see me.'<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>'And what do you desire of his majesty? I ask
that I may inform him beforehand. So you will have
a better reception.'</p>
<p>'Tell the Sultan,' said Khaled, 'that a man is here
who has neither father nor mother nor any possessions
beyond a swift mare, a keen sword and a strong hand,
but who is come nevertheless to ask in marriage
Zehowah, the Sultan's daughter.'</p>
<p>The minister smiled and gazed at Khaled in silence
for a moment, but when he had looked keenly at his face,
he became grave.</p>
<p>'It may be,' he thought, 'that this is some great
prince who comes thus simply as in a disguise, and it
were best not to anger him.'</p>
<p>'I will deliver your message,' he answered aloud,
'though it is a strange one. It is customary for those
who come to ask for a maiden in marriage to bring
gifts—and to receive others in return,' he added.</p>
<p>'I neither bring gifts nor ask any,' said Khaled.
'Allah is great and will provide me with what I need.'</p>
<p>'I fear that he will not provide you with the Sultan's
daughter for a wife,' said the minister as he went away,
but Khaled did not hear the words, though he would
have cared little if he had.</p>
<p>Now it chanced that Zehowah was sitting in a
balcony surrounded with lattice, over the courtyard, on
that morning and she had seen Khaled enter, leading<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</SPAN></span>
his mare by the bridle. But though she watched the
stranger and his beast idly for some time she thought
as little of the one as of the other, for her heart was not
turned to love, and she knew nothing of horses. But
her women thought differently and spoke loudly, praising
the beauty of both.</p>
<p>'There is indeed a warrior able to fight in the front
of our armies,' they said. 'Truly such a man must
have been Khaled ibn Walad, the Sword of the Lord, in
the days of the Prophet—upon whom peace.'</p>
<p>By and by there was a cry that the Sultan was
coming into the room, and the women rose and retired.
The Sultan sat down upon the carpet by his daughter,
in the balcony.</p>
<p>'Do you see that stranger, holding a beautiful mare
by the bridle?' he asked.</p>
<p>'Yes, I see him,' answered Zehowah indifferently.</p>
<p>'He is come to ask you in marriage.'</p>
<p>'Another!' she exclaimed with a careless laugh.
'If it is the will of Allah I will marry him. If not, he
will go away like the rest.'</p>
<p>'This man is not like the rest, my daughter. He is
either a madman or some powerful prince in disguise.'</p>
<p>'Or both, perhaps,' laughed Zehowah. She laughed
often, for although she was not inclined to love, she was
of a gentle and merry temper.</p>
<p>'His message was a strange one,' said the Sultan.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</SPAN></span>
'He says that he neither brings gifts nor asks them,
that he has neither father nor mother, nor any
possessions excepting a swift mare, a keen sword and a
strong hand.'</p>
<p>'I see the mare, the sword and the hand,' answered
Zehowah. 'But the hand is like any other hand—how
can I tell whether it be strong? The sword is in its
sheath, and I cannot see its edge, and though the mare
is pretty enough, I have seen many of your own I liked
as well. The elephants of the Indian prince were more
amusing, and the prince himself was more beautiful
than this stranger with his black beard and his solemn
face.'</p>
<p>'That is true,' said the Sultan with a sigh.</p>
<p>'Do you wish me to marry this man?' Zehowah
asked.</p>
<p>'My daughter, I wish you to choose of your own free
will. Nevertheless I trust that you will choose before
long, that I may see my child's children before I die.'</p>
<p>For the Sultan was old and white-bearded, and was
already somewhat bowed with advancing years and with
burden of many cares and the fatigues of many wars.
Yet his eye was bright and his heart fearless still, though
his judgment was often weak and vacillating.</p>
<p>'Do you wish me to marry this man?' Zehowah asked
again. 'He will be a strange husband, for he is a
strange suitor, coming without gifts and having neither<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</SPAN></span>
father nor mother. But I will do as you command. If
you leave it to me I shall never marry.'</p>
<p>'I did not say that I desired you to take this one
especially,' protested the Sultan, 'though for the matter
of gifts I care little, since heaven has sent me wealth
in abundance. But my remaining years are few,
and the years of life are like stones slipping from a
mountain which move slowly at first, and then faster
until they outrun the lightning and leap into the dark
valley below. And what is required of a husband is
that he be a true believer, young and whole in every
part, and of a charitable disposition.'</p>
<p>'Truly,' laughed Zehowah, 'if he have no possessions,
charity will avail him little, since he has nothing to
give.'</p>
<p>'There is other charity besides the giving of alms,
my daughter, since it is charity even to think charitably
of others, as you know. But I have not said that you
should marry this man, for you are free. And indeed I
have not yet talked with him. But I have sent for him
and you shall hear him speak. See—they are just now
conducting him to the hall of audiences. But indeed
I think he is no husband for you, after all.'</p>
<p>The Sultan rose and went to receive Khaled, and
Zehowah went to the secret window above her father's
raised seat in the hall.</p>
<p>Khaled made the customary salutation with the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</SPAN></span>
greatest respect, and the Sultan made him sit down at
his right hand as though he had been a prince, and
asked him whence he had come. Then a refreshment was
brought, and Khaled ate and drank a little, after which
the Sultan inquired his business.</p>
<p>'I come,' said Khaled boldly, 'to ask your daughter
Zehowah in marriage. I bring no gifts, for I have none
to offer, nor have I any inheritance. My mare is my
fortune, my sword is my argument and my wit is in
my arm.'</p>
<p>'You are a strange suitor,' said the Sultan; but he
kept a pleasant countenance, since Khaled was his
guest. 'You are no doubt the sheikh of a tribe of the
Red Desert, though I was not aware that any tribes
dwelt there.'</p>
<p>'So far as being the sheikh of my tribe,' said Khaled
with a smile, 'your majesty may call me so, for my
tribe consists of myself alone, seeing that I have neither
father nor mother nor any relations.'</p>
<p>'Truly, I have never talked with such a suitor
before,' answered the Sultan. 'At least I presume that
you are a son of some prince, and that you have chosen
to disguise yourself as a rich traveller and to hide your
history under an allegory.'</p>
<p>The Sultan would certainly not have allowed himself
to overstep the bounds of courtesy so far, but for
his astonishment at Khaled's daring manner. He was<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</SPAN></span>
too keen, however, not to see that this man was something
above the ordinary and that, whatever else he
might be, he was not a common impostor. Such a
fellow would have found means to rob a caravan of
valuable goods, to offer as gifts, would have brought
himself a train of camels and slaves and would have
given himself out as a prince of some distant country
from which it would not be possible to obtain information.</p>
<p>'Istaghfir Allah! I am no prince,' Khaled answered.
'I ask for the hand of your daughter. The will of
Allah will be accomplished.'</p>
<p>He knew that Zehowah was watching and listening
behind the lattice in her place of concealment, for the
memory of such things had not been taken from him
when he had lost the supernatural vision of the genii
and had become an ordinary man. He was determined
therefore to be truthful and to say nothing which he
might afterwards be called upon to explain. For he
never doubted but that Zehowah would be his wife,
since the angel had told him that it should be so.</p>
<p>'And what if I refuse even to consider your proposal?'
inquired the Sultan, to see what he would say.</p>
<p>'If it is the will of Allah that I marry your daughter,
your refusal would be useless, but if it is not his will,
your refusal would be altogether unnecessary.'</p>
<p>The Sultan was much struck by this argument which<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</SPAN></span>
showed a ready wit in the stranger and which he could
only have opposed by asserting that his own will was
superior to that of heaven itself.</p>
<p>'But,' said he, defending himself, 'any of the
previous suitors might have said the same.'</p>
<p>'Undoubtedly,' replied Khaled, unabashed. 'But they
did not say it. Your majesty will certainly now consider
the matter.'</p>
<p>'In the meanwhile,' the Sultan answered, very
graciously, 'you are my guest, and you have come in
time to take part in the third day of the feast, to which
you are welcome in the name of Allah, the merciful.'</p>
<p>Thereupon the Sultan rose and Khaled was conducted
to the apartments set apart for the guests. But the
Sultan returned to the harem in a very thoughtful mood,
and before long he found Zehowah who had returned to
her seat in the balcony.</p>
<p>'This is a very strange suitor,' he said, shaking his
head and looking into his daughter's face.</p>
<p>'He is at least bold and outspoken,' she answered.
'He makes no secret of his poverty nor of his wishes.
Whatever he be, he is in earnest and speaks truth. I
would like well to know the only secret which he wishes
to keep—who he really is.'</p>
<p>'It may be,' said the Sultan thoughtfully, 'that if I
threaten to cut off his head he will tell us. But on the
other hand, he is a guest.'<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>'He is not of those who are easily terrified, I think.
Tell me, my father, do you wish me to marry him?'</p>
<p>'How could you marry a man who has no family
and no inheritance? Would such a marriage befit the
daughter of kings?'</p>
<p>'Why not?' asked Zehowah with much calmness.</p>
<p>The Sultan stared at her in astonishment.</p>
<p>'Has this stranger enchanted your imagination?' he
inquired by way of answer.</p>
<p>'No,' replied Zehowah scornfully. 'I have seen the
noblest, the most beautiful and the richest of the earth,
ready to take me to wife, and I have not loved. Shall
I love an outcast?'</p>
<p>'Then how can you ask my wishes?'</p>
<p>'Because there are good reasons why I should marry
this man.'</p>
<p>'Good reasons? In the name of Allah let me hear
them, if there are any.'</p>
<p>'You are old, my father,' said Zehowah, 'and it has
not pleased heaven to send you a son, nor to leave you
any living relation to sit upon the throne when your
years are accomplished. You must needs think of your
successor.'</p>
<p>'The better reason for choosing some powerful prince,
whose territory shall increase the kingdom he inherits
from me, and whose alliance shall strengthen the
empire I leave behind me.'<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>'Istaghfir Allah! The worse reason. For such a
prince would be attached to his own country, and would
take me thither with him and would neglect the
kingdom of Nejed, regarding it as a land of strangers
whom he may oppress with taxes to increase his own
splendour. And this is not unreasonable, since no king
can wisely govern two kingdoms separated from each
other by more than three days' journey. No man can
have other than the one of two reasons for asking me in
marriage. Either he has heard of me and desires to
possess me, or he wishes to increase his dominions by
the inheritance which will be mine.'</p>
<p>'Doubtless, this is the truth,' said the Sultan. 'But
so much the more does this stranger in all probability
covet my kingdom, since he has nothing of his own.'</p>
<p>'This is what I mean. For, having no other possessions
to distract his attention, he will remain always
here, and will govern your kingdom for its own
advantage in order that it may profit himself.'</p>
<p>'This is a subtle argument, my daughter, and one
requiring consideration.'</p>
<p>'The more so because the man seems otherwise well
fitted to be my husband, since he is a true believer, and
young, and fearless and outspoken.'</p>
<p>'But if this is all,' objected the Sultan, 'there are
in Nejed several young men, sons of my chief courtiers,
who possess the same qualifications. Choose one of them.'<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>'On the contrary, to choose one of them would arouse
the jealousy of all the rest, with their families and
slaves and freedmen, whereby the kingdom would easily
be exposed to civil war. But if I take a stranger it is
more probable that all will be for him, since you are
beloved, and there is no reason why one party should
oppose him and another support him, since none of them
know anything of him.'</p>
<p>'But he will not be beloved by the people unless
he is liberal, and he has nothing wherewith to be
generous.'</p>
<p>'And where are the treasures of Riad?' laughed
Zehowah. 'Is it not easy for you to go secretly to his
chamber and to give him as much gold as he needs?'</p>
<p>'That is also true. I see that you have set your
heart upon him.'</p>
<p>'Not my heart, my father, but my head. For I have
infinitely more head than heart, and I see that the
welfare of the kingdom will be better secured with such
a ruler, than it would have been under a foreign prince
whose right hand would be perpetually thrust out to
take in Nejed that which his left hand would throw to
courtiers in his own country. Do I speak wisdom or
folly?'</p>
<p>'It is neither all folly nor all wisdom.'</p>
<p>'I have seen this man, I have heard him speak,' said
Zehowah. 'He is as well as another since I must<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</SPAN></span>
marry sooner or later. Moreover I have another
argument.'</p>
<p>'What is that?'</p>
<p>'Either he is a man strong enough to rule me, or he
is not,' Zehowah answered with a laugh. 'If he can
govern me, he can govern the kingdom of Nejed. But
if not I will govern it for him, and rule him also.'</p>
<p>The Sultan looked up to heaven and slightly raised
his hands from his knees.</p>
<p>'Allah is merciful and forgiving!' he exclaimed.
'Is this the spirit befitting a wife?'</p>
<p>'Is it charity to cause happiness?'</p>
<p>'Undoubtedly it is charity.'</p>
<p>'And which is greater, the happiness of many or
the happiness of one?'</p>
<p>'The happiness of many is greater,' answered the
Sultan. 'What then?' he asked after a time, seeing
that she said nothing more.</p>
<p>'I have spoken,' she replied. 'It is best that I
should marry him.'</p>
<p>Then there was silence for a long time, during which
the Sultan sat quite motionless in his place, watching
his daughter, while she looked idly through the lattice
at the people who came and went in the court below.
She seemed to feel no emotion.</p>
<p>The Sultan did not know how to oppose Zehowah's
will any more than he could answer her arguments,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</SPAN></span>
although his worldly wisdom was altogether at variance
with her decision. For she was the beloved child of
his old age and he could refuse her nothing. Moreover,
in what she had said, there was much which
recommended itself to his judgment, though by no
means enough to persuade him. At last he rose from
the carpet and embraced her.</p>
<p>'If it is your will, let it be so,' he said.</p>
<p>'It is the will of Allah,' answered Zehowah. 'Let
it be accomplished immediately.'</p>
<p>With a sigh the Sultan withdrew and sent a messenger
to Khaled requesting him to come to another
and more secluded chamber, where they could be alone
and talk freely.</p>
<p>Khaled showed no surprise on hearing that his suit
was accepted, but he thought it fitting to express much
gratitude for the favourable decision. Then the Sultan,
who did not wish to seem too readily yielding, began to
explain to Khaled Zehowah's reasons for accepting a
poor stranger, presenting them as though they were his
own.</p>
<p>'For,' he said, 'whatever you may in reality be, you
have chosen to present yourself to us in such a manner
as would not have failed to bring about a refusal under
any other circumstances. But I have considered that
as it will be your destiny, if heaven grants you life, to
rule my kingdom after me, you will in all likelihood<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</SPAN></span>
rule it more wisely and carefully, for having no other
cares in a distant country to distract your attention;
and because you have no relations you are the less
liable to the attacks of open or secret jealousy.'</p>
<p>The Sultan then gave him a large sum of money in
gold pieces, which Khaled gladly accepted, since he had
not even wherewithal to buy himself a garment for the
wedding feast, still less to distribute gifts to the courtiers
and to the multitude. The Sultan also presented
him with a black slave to attend to his personal wants.</p>
<p>Khaled then sent for merchants from the bazar,
and they brought him all manner of rich stuffs, such as
he needed. There came also two tailors, who sat down
upon a matting in his apartment and immediately
began to make him clothes, while the black slave sat
beside them and watched them, lest they should steal
any of the gold of the embroideries.</p>
<p>When it was known in the palace that the Sultan's
only daughter was to be married at once, there were
great rejoicings, and many camels were slaughtered and
a great number of sheep, to supply food for so great a
feast. A number of cooks were hired also to help those
who belonged to the palace, for although the Sultan fed
daily more than three hundred persons, guests, travellers,
and poor, besides all the members of the household, yet
this was as nothing compared with the multitude to be
provided for on the present occasion.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Then it was that Hadji Mohammed, the chief of the
cooks, sat down upon the floor in the midst of the main
kitchen and beat his breast and wept. For the confusion
was great so that the voice of one man could not
be heard for the diabolical screaming of the many, and
the cooks smote the young lads who helped them, and
these, running to escape from the blows, fell against the
porters who came in from outside bearing sacks of
sugar, and great baskets of fruit and quarters of meat
and skins of water, and bushels of meal and a hundred
other things equally necessary to the cooking; and the
porters, staggering under their burdens, fell between the
legs of the mules loaded with firewood, that had been
brought to the gate, and the dumb beasts kicked violently
in all directions, while the slaves who drove them struck
them with their staves, and the mules began to run
among the camels, and the camels, being terrified, rose
from the ground and began to plunge and skip like
young foals, while more porters and more mules and
more slaves came on in multitudes to the door of the
kitchen. And it was very hot, for it was noontide, and
in summer, and there were flies without number, and
the dogs that had been sleeping in the shade sprang up
and barked loudly and bit whomsoever they could
reach, and all the men bellowed together, so that the
confusion was extreme.</p>
<p>'Verily,' cried Hadji Mohammed, 'this is not a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</SPAN></span>
kitchen but Yemamah, and I am not the chief of the
cooks, but the chief of sinners and fuel for hell.' So he
wept bitterly and beat his breast.</p>
<p>But at last matters mended, for there were many
who were willing to do well, so that when the time
came Hadji Mohammed was able to serve an honourable
feast to all, though the number of the guests was
not less than two thousand.</p>
<p>But Khaled, having visited the bath, arrayed himself
magnificently and rode upon his bay mare to the
mosque, surrounded by the courtiers and the chief
officers of the state, and by a great throng of slaves
from the palace. As he rode, he scattered gold pieces
among the people from the bags which he carried, and
all praised his liberality and swore by Allah that
Zehowah was taking a very goodly husband. And as
none knew whence he came, all were equally pleased,
but most of all the Bedouins from the desert, of whom
there were many at that time in Riad, who had come to
keep the feast Bairam, for Khaled's own words had been
repeated, and they had heard that he came from the
desert like themselves. And when he had finished his
prayers, he rode back to the palace.</p>
<p>When the time for the feast came the Sultan led
Khaled into the great hall and made him sit at his right
hand. The Sultan himself was magnificently dressed
and covered with priceless jewels, so that he shone like<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</SPAN></span>
the sun among all the rest. Then he presented Khaled
to the assembly.</p>
<p>'This,' said he, 'is Khaled, my beloved son-in-law,
the husband of my only daughter, whom it has pleased
Allah to send me, as the stay of my old age and as the
successor to my kingdom. He will be terrible in war
as Khaled ibn Walid, his namesake, the Sword of the
Lord, and gentle and just in peace as Abu Bakr of
blessed memory. He is as brave as the lion, as strong
as the camel, as swift as the ostrich, as sagacious as the
fox and as generous as the pelican, who feeds her
young with the blood of her own breast. Love him
therefore, as you have loved me, for he is extremely
worthy of affection, and hate his enemies and be faithful
to him in the time of danger. By the blessing of Allah
he shall rear up children to me in my old age, to be
with you when he is gone.'</p>
<p>Thereupon Khaled turned and answered, speaking
modestly but with much dignity in his manner.</p>
<p>'Ye men of Nejed, this is my marriage feast and I
invite you all to be merry with me. Whether it shall
please Allah to give me a long life, or whether it shall
please him to take me this night I know not. We are
in the hand of Allah. But this I do know. I will love
you as my own people, seeing that I have no people of
my own. I will fight for you as a man fights for his
own soul, for his wife and for his children, and I will<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</SPAN></span>
divide justly the spoils in war, and give in peace whatsoever
I am able, to all those who are in need. I swear
by Allah! You are all witnesses.'</p>
<p>The courtiers and all the guests were much pleased
with this short speech, for they saw that Khaled was a
man of few words and not proud or overbearing, and
none could look into his face and doubt his promise.
For the present moment at least Zehowah's prediction
had been verified, for no one was jealous of him, and
there was but one party among them all and that was
for him. So they all feasted together in harmony until
the sun was low.</p>
<p>In the meantime Zehowah remained in the harem,
surrounded by her women, and a separate meal was
brought to them. They all sat upon the rich carpets
leaning on cushions set against the walls, and small
low tables were brought in, covered with dishes and
bowls containing delicately prepared rice and mutton
in great abundance and fresh blanket bread, hot from
the stones, and olives brought from Syria. Afterwards
came sweetmeats without number, such as Hadji
Mohammed knew how to prepare, and gold and silver
goblets filled with a drink made from large sweet
lemons and water, which is called 'treng.' Zehowah
indeed ate sparingly, for she was accustomed to such
dainties every day, but her women were delighted with
the abundance and left nothing to be taken away.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>While they were eating six of the women played
upon musical instruments by turns, while others
danced slow and graceful measures, singing as they
moved, and describing the unspeakable happiness
which awaited their princess in marriage. Afterwards
when the tables had been taken away and they had
washed their hands with rose water from Ajjem, Zehowah
commanded the singing and the dancing to cease, and
the women brought her one by one the dresses which
she was to wear before Khaled. They were very magnificent,
for it had needed many years to prepare them,
and a great weight of gold and silver threads had been
weighed out to the tailors and embroiderers who had
worked in the preparation of them ever since Zehowah
had been two years old. For the piece of material is
weighed first, and then the gold, and afterwards, when
the work is finished, the whole is weighed together, lest
the tailors should steal anything.</p>
<p>But Zehowah looked coldly at the garments, one after
the other, as they were brought and taken away, and
the women fancied that she was to be married to the
stranger against her will, and that she remembered the
Indian prince.</p>
<p>'It is a pity,' one of them ventured to say, 'that the
bridegroom has not brought any elephants with him,
for we would have watched them from the balconies,
since they are diverting beasts.'<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>'And it is a pity,' said Zehowah scornfully, 'that my
husband has not a round, soft face, like the moon in
May, and the eyes of a gazelle and the heart of a
hare. Truly, such a one would have made you a good
king, seeing that he was also an unbeliever!'</p>
<p>'Nay,' said the woman humbly, 'Allah forbid that I
should make a comparison, or bring an ill omen on the
day by speaking of that which chanced a year ago.
Truly, I only spoke of elephants, and not of men. For,
surely, we all said when we saw him in the court that
he looked a brave warrior and a goodly man.'</p>
<p>Then a messenger came from the Sultan saying that
it was time to make ready. So they went to another
apartment, where the nuptial chamber had been prepared.
The Sultan came, then, leading Khaled, and
followed by the Kadi, and all the women veiled themselves
while the latter read the declaration of marriage.
After that they all withdrew and Khaled took his seat
upon the high couch in the middle of the room. Presently
all the women returned, unveiled, with loud singing
and playing of instruments, leading Zehowah dressed
in the first of the dresses which she was to put on, and
which, though it was very splendid, was of course the
least magnificent of all those which had been prepared.
But Khaled sat in his place looking on quietly, for he
was acquainted with the custom, and he cared little for
the rich garments, but looked always into Zehowah's face.</p>
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