Such had been the unhappy
fate of the daughter of the Commander of the Faithful.
'Is it so written?' enquired the captive.
'It is so written,' replied the Cadi, 'and bears the imperial signature
of the Princess.'
'It is a forgery.'
The King of Karasme started from his throne, and in his rage nearly
descended its steps. His face was like scarlet, his beard was like a
flame. A favourite minister ventured gently to restrain the royal robe.
'Kill the dog on the spot,' muttered the King of Karasme.
'The Princess is herself here,' said the Cadi, 'to bear witness to the
spells of which she was a victim, but from which, by the power of Allah
and the Prophet, she is now released.'
Alroy started!
'Advance, royal Princess,' said the Cadi, 'and, if the deposition thou
hast heard be indeed true, condescend to hold up the imperial hand that
adorned it with thy signature.'
A band of eunuchs near the throne gave way; a female figure veiled to
her feet appeared. She held up her hand amid the breathless agitation of
the whole assembly; the ranks of the eunuchs again closed; a shriek was
heard, and the veiled figure disappeared.
'I am ready for thy tortures, King,' said Alroy, in a tone of deep
depression.
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