The escape of Abidan seemed counterbalanced by the capture of Jabaster.
After performing prodigies of valour, the High Priest had been
overpowered, and was now a prisoner in the Serail. The conduct of
Scherirah was not too curiously criticised; a commission was appointed
to enquire into the mysterious affair; and Alroy retired to the bath[77]
to refresh himself after the fatigues of the victory which he could not
consider a triumph.
As he reposed upon his couch, melancholy and exhausted, Schirene was
announced. The Princess threw herself upon his neck and covered him with
embraces. His heart yielded to her fondness, his spirit became lighter,
his depression melted away.
'My ruby!' said Schirene, and she spoke in a low smothered voice, her
face hidden and nestled in his breast. 'My ruby! dost thou love me?'
He smiled in fondness as he pressed her to his heart.
'My ruby, thy pearl is so frightened, it dare not look upon thee. Wicked
men! 'tis I whom they hate, 'tis I whom they would destroy.'
'There is no danger, sweet. 'Tis over now. Speak not, nay, do not think
of it.'
'Ah! wicked men! There is no joy on earth while such things live.
Slay Alroy, their mighty master, who, from vile slaves, hath made them
princes! Ungrateful churls! I am so alarmed, I ne'er shall sleep again.
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