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Alroy, Edited by Sheila A. Spector


Part X

Chapter 15

THE intelligence of the capture of Alroy spread through the agitated city. The Moolahs bustled about as if they had received a fresh demonstration of the authenticity of the prophetic mission. All the Dervishes began begging. The men discussed affairs in the coffee-houses, and the women chatted at the fountains.79

‘They may say what they like, but I wish him well,’ said a fair Arab, as she arranged her veil. ‘He may be an impostor, but he was a very handsome one.’

‘All the women are for him, that’s the truth,’ responded a companion; ‘but then we can do him no good.’

‘We can tear their eyes out,’ said a third.

‘And what do you think of Alp Arslan, truly?’ inquired a fourth.

‘I wish he were a pitcher, and then I could break his neck,’ said a fifth.

‘Only think of the Princess!’ said a sixth.

‘Well! she has had a glorious time of it,’ said a seventh.

‘Nothing was too good for her,’ said an eighth.

‘I like true love,’ said a ninth.

‘Well! I hope he will be too much for them all yet,’ said a tenth.

‘I should not wonder,’ said an eleventh.

‘He can’t,’ said a twelfth, ‘he has lost his sceptre.’

‘You don't say so?’ said a thirteenth.

‘It is too true,’ said a fourteenth.

‘Do you think he was a wizard?’ said a fifteenth. ‘I vow if there be not a fellow looking at us behind those trees.’

‘Impudent scoundrel!’ said a sixteenth. ‘I wish it were Alroy. Let us all scream, and put down our veils.’

And the group ran away.

Published @ RC

January 2005