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'Scherirah,' continued Alroy, 'this noble emir is your charge. See
that a choice pavilion of the host be for his use, and that his train
complain not of the rough customs of our camp.'
'May it please your highness,' replied Honain, 'I have fulfilled my
office, and, with your gracious permission, would at once return. I have
business only less urgent than the present, because it concerns myself.'
'As you will, noble emir. Benomi, to your post. Farewell, sir.'
The deputation advanced, bowed, and retired. Alroy turned to Jabaster.
'No common person that, Jabaster?'
'A very gracious Turk, sire.'
'Think you he is a Turk?'
'By his dress.'
'It may be so. Asriel, break up the camp. We'll march at once to
Bagdad.'
The chiefs dispersed to make the necessary arrangements for the march.
The news that the army was immediately to advance to Bagdad soon
circulated throughout the camp, and excited the most lively enthusiasm.
Every hand was at work, striking the tents, preparing the arms and
horses. Alroy retired to his pavilion. The curtains were drawn. He was
alone, and plunged in profound meditation.
'Alroy!' a voice sounded.
He started, and looked up. Before him stood Esther the prophetess.
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