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ng the guest。 A fragrant intoxicating vapour； issuing from a strange sort of incense that burned within； almost overpowered my senses。
As with trembling heart I made an attempt to step across the outstretched legs of the eunuch； he woke up suddenly with a start； and the sword fell from his lap with a sharp clang on the marble floor。 A terrific scream made me jump； and I saw I was sitting on that camp… bedstead of mine sweating heavily； and the crescent moon looked pale in the morning light like a weary sleepless patient at dawn； and our crazy Meher Ali was crying out； as is his daily custom； 〃Stand back！ Stand back！！〃 while he went along the lonely road。
Such was the abrupt close of one of my Arabian Nights； but there were yet a thousand nights left。
Then followed a great discord between my days and nights。 During the day I would go to my work worn and tired； cursing the bewitching night and her empty dreams； but as night came my daily life with its bonds and shackles of work would appear a petty； false； ludicrous vanity。
After nightfall I was caught and overwhelmed in the snare of a strange intoxication； I would then be transformed into some unknown personage of a bygone age； playing my part in unwritten history； and my short English coat and tight breeches did not suit me in the least。 With a red velvet cap on my head； loose paijamas； an embroidered vest； a long flowing silk gown； and coloured handkerchiefs scented with attar； I would complete my elaborate toilet； sit on a high…cushioned chair； and replace my cigarette with a many…coiled narghileh filled with rose…water； as if in eager expectation of a strange meeting with the beloved one。
I have no power to describe the marvellous incidents that unfolded themselves； as the gloom of the night deepened。 I felt as if in the curious apartments of that vast edifice the fragments of a beautiful story； which I could follow for some distance； but of which I could never see the end； flew about in a sudden gust of the vernal breeze。 And all the same I would wander from room to room in pursuit of them the whole night long。
Amid the eddy of these dream…fragments； amid the smell of henna and the twanging of the guitar； amid the waves of air charged with fragrant spray； I would catch like a flash of lightning the momentary glimpse of a fair damsel。 She it was who had saffron…coloured paijamas； white ruddy soft feet in gold…embroidered slippers with curved toes； a close… fitting bodice wrought with gold； a red cap； from which a golden frill fell on her snowy brow and cheeks。
She had maddened me。 In pursuit of her I wandered from room to room； from path to path among the bewildering maze of alleys in the enchanted dreamland of the nether world of sleep。
Sometimes in the evening； while arraying myself carefully as a prince of the blood…royal before a large mirror； with a candle burning on either side； I would see a sudden reflection of the Persian beauty by the side of my own。 A swift turn of her neck； a quick eager glance of intense passion and pain glowing in her large dark eyes； just a suspicion of speech on her dainty red lips； her figure； fair and slim crowned with youth like a blossoming creeper； quickly uplifted in her graceful tilting gait； a dazzling flash of pain and craving and ecstasy； a smile and a glance and a blaze of jewels and silk； and she melted away。 A wild glist of wind； laden with all the fragrance of hills and woods； would put out my light； and I would fling aside my dress and lie down on my bed； my eyes closed and my body thrilling with delight； and there around me in the breeze； amid all the perfume of the woods and hills； floated through the silent gloom many a caress and many a kiss and many a tender touch of hands； and gentle murmurs in my ears； and fragrant breaths on my brow； or a sweetly…perfumed kerchief was wafted again and again on my cheeks。 Then slowly a mysterious serpent would twist her stupefying coils about me； and heaving a heavy sigh； I would lapse into insensibility； and then into a profound slumber。
One evening I decided to go out on my horseI do not know who implored me to stay…but I would listen to no entreaties that day。 My English hat and coat were resting on a rack； and I was about to take them down when a sudden whirlwind； crested with the sands of the Susta and the dead leaves of the Avalli hills； caught them up； and whirled them round and round； while a loud peal of merry laughter rose higher and higher； striking all the chords of mirth till it died away in the land of sunset。
I could not go out for my ride； and the next day I gave up my queer English coat and hat for good。
That day again at dead of night I heard the stifled heart…breaking sobs of some oneas if below the bed； below the floor； below the stony foundation of that gigantic palace； from the depths of a dark damp grave； a voice piteously cried and implored me： 〃Oh； rescue me！ Break through these doors of hard illusion； deathlike slumber and fruitless dreams； place by your side on the saddle； press me to your heart； and； riding through hills and woods and across the river； take me to the warm radiance of your sunny rooms above！〃
Who am I？ Oh； how can I rescue thee？ What drowning beauty； what incarnate passion shall I drag to the shore from this wild eddy of dreams？ O lovely ethereal apparition！ Where didst thou flourish and when？〃 By what cool spring； under the shade of what date…groves； wast thou bornin the lap of what homeless wanderer in the desert？ What Bedouin snatched thee from thy mother's arms； an opening bud plucked from a wild creeper； placed thee on a horse swift as lightning； crossed the burning sands； and took thee to the slave…market of what royal city？ And there； what officer of the Badshah； seeing the glory of thy bashful blossoming youth； paid for thee in gold； placed thee in a golden palanquin； and offered thee as a present for the seraglio of his master？ And O； the history of that place！ The music of the sareng； the jingle of anklets； the occasional flash of daggers and the glowing wine of Shiraz poison； and the piercing flashing glance！ What infinite grandeur； what endless servitude！
The slave…girls to thy right and left waved the chamar as diamonds flashed from their bracelets； the Badshah； the king of kings； fell on his knees at thy snowy feet in bejewelled shoes； and outside the terrible Abyssinian eunuch； looking like a messenger of death； but clothed like an angel； stood with a naked sword in his hand！ Then； O； thou flower of the desert； swept away by the blood…stained dazzling ocean of grandeur； with its foam of jealousy； its rocks and shoals of intrigue； on what shore of cruel death wast thou cast； or in what other land more splendid and more cruel？
Suddenly at this moment that crazy Meher Ali screamed out： 〃Stand back！ Stand back！！ All is false！ All is false！！〃 I opened my eyes and saw that it was already light。 My chaprasi came and handed me my letters； and the cook waited with a salam for my orders。
I said； 〃No； I can stay here no longer。〃 That very day I packed up； and moved to my office。 Old Karim Khan smiled a little as he saw me。 I felt nettled； but said nothing； and fell to m