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'One could never get a word out of him,' said Rachel.
'He was always moping alone,' said Beruna.
'And when one spoke to him he always turned away,' said Leah.
'Or blushed,' added Imra.
'Well, for my part,' said the beautiful Bathsheba, 'I always thought
Prince David was a genius. He had such beautiful eyes!'
'I hope he will conquer Hassan,' said Rachel.
'So do I,' said Beruna.
'I wonder what he has done with the harem,' said Leah.
'I don't think he will dare to speak to them,' said Imra.
'You are very much mistaken,' said Bathsheba.
'Hark!' said Miriam.
''Tis Hassan,' said Bathsheba; 'may he never return!'
The wild drum of the Seljuks sounded, then a flourish of their fierce
trumpets, and soon the tramp of horse. Behind the blinds of their
chamber, Miriam and her maidens beheld the magnificent troop of
tur-baned horsemen, who, glittering with splendid armour and bright
shawls, and proudly bounding on their fiery steeds, now went forth to
crush and conquer the only hope of Israel. Upon an Arab, darker than
night, rode the superb Hassan, and, as he passed the dwelling of
his late prisoners, whether from the exulting anticipation of coming
triumph, or from a soft suspicion that, behind that lattice, bright
eyes and brilliant faces were gazing on his state, the haughty but
handsome Seljuk flourished his scimitar over his head, as he threw his
managed steed into attitudes that displayed the skill of its rider.
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