d ed.  hen

    ted eyebroopped.  I

    stood quite still, and made he people marvelled

    at my boldness, and counselled me to flee from ty.  I paid no

    o t  and sat range gods,

    ed.  old t

    I o leave them.

    t nigea- is in the

    Street of Pomegranates, tered and led

    me to t in they closed each door behind me,

    and put a c.  Inside  court h an arcade

    running all round.  te alabaster, set here and

    tiles.  the pillars were of green marble,

    and t of a kind of peach-blossom marble.  I had never

    seen anyt before.

    As I passed across t two veiled women looked down from a

    balcony and cursed me.  tened on, and tts of

    te of

    wrougered garden of seven

    terraces.  It ed ulip-cups and moonflowers, and

    silver-studded aloes.  Like a slim reed of crystal a fountain hung

    in trees -out torches.

    From one of tingale was singing.

    At tood a little pavilion.  As we

    approac to meet us.  t bodies

    s me heir

    yelloain of the

    guard, and in a low voice wo

    munced pastilles, ed gesture

    out of an oval box of lilac enamel.

    After a fes tain of the

    soldiers.  t back to the eunuchs following

    slorees as

    turned round, and smiled at

    me h an evil smile.

    tain of tioned me torance of

    t trembling, and drahe heavy

    curtain aside I entered in.

    tretched on a couch of dyed lion skins