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"
Stop
the
dahabeah
,
Azimah
,
"
he
said
--
"
We
will
rest
here
for
the
night
.
"
Azimah
,
a
superb-looking
Eastern
in
picturesque
white
garments
,
put
his
hands
to
his
head
in
submission
and
retired
to
give
the
order
.
In
another
few
moments
the
dahabeah
had
stopped
.
A
great
silence
was
around
us
--
the
moonlight
fell
like
yellow
wine
on
the
deck
--
in
the
far
distance
across
the
stretches
of
dark
sand
,
a
solitary
column
towered
so
clear-cut
against
the
sky
that
it
was
almost
possible
to
discern
upon
it
the
outline
of
a
monstrous
face
.
Lucio
stood
still
,
confronting
me
--
saying
nothing
,
but
looking
me
steadily
through
and
through
,
with
those
wonderful
mystic
,
melancholy
eyes
that
seemed
to
penetrate
and
burn
my
very
flesh
.
I
was
attracted
as
a
bird
might
be
by
the
basilisk
eyes
of
a
snake
--
yet
I
tried
to
smile
and
say
something
indifferent
My
efforts
were
useless
--
personal
consciousness
was
slipping
from
me
fast
--
the
sky
,
the
water
and
the
moon
whirled
round
each
other
in
a
giddy
chase
for
precedence
;
--
I
could
not
move
,
for
my
limbs
seemed
fastened
to
my
chair
with
weights
of
iron
,
and
I
was
for
a
few
minutes
absolutely
powerless
.
Then
suddenly
my
vision
cleared
(
as
I
thought
)
--
my
senses
grew
vigorous
and
alert
,
...
I
heard
the
sound
of
solemn
marching
music
,
and
there
--
there
in
the
full
radiance
of
the
moon
,
with
a
thousand
lights
gleaming
forth
from
high
cupolas
,
shone
the
'
City
Beautiful
'
!
A
vision
of
majestic
buildings
,
vast
,
stately
and
gigantic
!
--
--
of
streets
crowded
with
men
and
women
in
white
and
coloured
garments
adorned
with
jewels
--
of
flowers
that
grew
on
the
roofs
of
palaces
and
swung
from
terrace
to
terrace
in
loops
and
garlands
of
fantastic
bloom
--
of
trees
,
broad-branched
and
fully
leafed
--
of
marble
embankments
overlooking
the
river
--
of
lotus-lilies
growing
thickly
below
,
by
the
water
's
edge
--
of
music
that
echoed
in
silver
and
brazen
twangings
from
the
shelter
of
shady
gardens
and
covered
balconies
--
every
beautiful
detail
rose
before
me
more
distinctly
than
an
ivory
carving
mounted
on
an
ebony
shield
.
Just
opposite
where
I
stood
or
seemed
to
stand
,
on
the
deck
of
a
vessel
in
the
busy
harbour
,
a
wide
avenue
extended
,
opening
up
into
huge
squares
embellished
with
strange
figures
of
granite
gods
and
animals
--
I
saw
the
sparkling
spray
of
many
fountains
in
the
moonlight
,
and
heard
the
low
persistent
hum
of
the
restless
human
multitudes
that
thronged
the
place
as
thickly
as
bees
clustered
in
a
hive
.
To
the
left
of
the
scene
I
could
discern
a
huge
bronze
gate
guarded
by
sphinxes
;
there
was
a
garden
beyond
it
,
and
from
that
depth
of
shade
a
girl
's
voice
,
singing
a
strange
wild
melody
,
came
floating
towards
me
on
the
breeze
.
Meanwhile
the
marching
music
I
had
first
of
all
caught
the
echo
of
,
sounded
nearer
and
nearer
--
and
presently
I
perceived
a
great
crowd
approaching
with
lighted
torches
and
garlands
of
flowers
.
Soon
I
saw
a
band
of
priests
in
brilliant
robes
that
literally
blazed
with
sun-like
gems
--
they
were
moving
towards
the
river
,
and
with
them
came
young
boys
and
little
children
,
while
on
either
side
,
maidens
white-veiled
and
rose-wreathed
,
paced
demurely
,
swinging
silver
censers
to
and
fro
.
After
the
priestly
procession
walked
a
regal
figure
between
ranks
of
slaves
and
attendants
--
I
knew
it
for
the
King
of
this
'
City
Beautiful
,
'
and
was
almost
moved
to
join
in
the
thundering
acclamations
which
greeted
his
progress
.
And
that
snowy
palanquin
,
carried
by
lily-crowned
girls
,
that
followed
his
train
--
who
occupied
it
?
...
what
gem
of
his
land
was
thus
tenderly
enshrined
?
I
was
consumed
by
an
extraordinary
longing
to
know
this
--
I
watched
the
white
burden
coming
nearer
to
my
point
of
vantage
--
I
saw
the
priests
arrange
themselves
in
a
semi-circle
on
the
river-embankment
,
the
King
in
their
midst
,
and
the
surging
shouting
multitude
around
--
then
came
the
brazen
clangour
of
many
bells
,
intermixed
with
the
rolling
of
drums
and
the
shrilling
sound
of
reed-pipes
lightly
blown
upon
--
and
,
amid
the
blaze
of
the
flaring
torches
,
the
White
Palanquin
was
set
down
upon
the
ground
.
A
woman
,
clad
in
some
silvery
glistening
tissue
,
stepped
forth
from
it
like
a
sylph
from
the
foam
of
the
sea
,
but
--
--
she
was
veiled
--
I
could
not
discern
so
much
as
the
outline
of
her
features
--
and
the
keen
disappointment
of
this
was
a
positive
torture
to
me
.
If
I
could
but
see
her
,
I
thought
,
I
should
know
something
I
had
never
hitherto
guessed
!
"
Lift
,
oh
lift
the
shrouding
veil
,
Spirit
of
the
City
Beautiful
!
"
I
inwardly
prayed
--
"
For
I
feel
I
shall
read
in
your
eyes
the
secret
of
happiness
!
"
But
the
veil
was
not
withdrawn
,
...
the
music
made
barbaric
clamour
in
my
ears
,
...
the
blaze
of
strong
light
and
colour
blinded
me
,
...
and
I
felt
myself
reeling
into
a
dark
chaos
,
where
as
I
imagined
,
I
chased
the
moon
,
as
she
flew
before
me
on
silver
wings
--
then
...
the
sound
of
a
rich
baritone
trolling
out
a
light
song
from
a
familiar
modern
opera
bouffe
confused
and
startled
me
--
--
and
in
another
second
I
found
myself
staring
wildly
at
Lucio
,
who
,
lying
easily
back
in
his
deck-chair
,
was
carolling
joyously
to
the
silent
night
and
the
blank
expanse
of
sandy
shore
,
in
front
of
which
our
dahabeah
rested
motionless
.
With
a
cry
I
flung
myself
upon
him
.
"
Where
is
she
?
"
I
exclaimed
--
"
Who
is
she
?
"
He
looked
at
me
without
replying
,
and
smiling
quizzically
,
released
himself
from
my
sudden
grasp
.
I
drew
back
shuddering
and
bewildered
.
"
I
saw
it
all
!
"
I
murmured
--
"
The
city
--
the
priests
--
the
people
--
the
King
!
--
--
all
but
Her
face
!
Why
was
that
hidden
from
me
!
"
