'Honain!' said the advancing figure, throwing off the veil. 'Honain! Ah!
the beautiful mute returned!'
A woman more lovely than the rosy morn, beheld an unexpected guest. They
stood, the lady and the stranger, gazing on each other in silence.
A man, with a light, entered the extremity of the hall. Carefully
he closed the portal, slowly he advanced, with a subdued step; he
approached the lady and the stranger.
'Alroy!' said the astonished Honain, the light fell from his hand.
'Alroy!' exclaimed the lady, with a bewildered air: she turned pale, and
leant against a column.
'Daughter of the caliph!' said the leader of Israel; and he advanced,
and fell upon his knee, and stole her passive hand. 'I am indeed that
Alroy to whom destiny has delivered the empire of thy sire; but the
Princess Schirene can have nothing to fear from one who values above
all his victories this memorial of her goodwill;' and he took from his
breast a rosary of pearls and emeralds, and, rising slowly, left it in
her trembling hand.
The princess turned and hid her face in her arm, which reclined against
the column.
'My kind Honain,' said Alroy, 'you thought me forgetful of the past; you
thought me ungrateful.
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