ed his own
miserable clay-floored hut with this grandeur. He looked for Simba and
Moto, but found they were stopping at the door; they were excluded from
above, whither he was ascending, and Kalulu reflected upon this.

The ante-chamber was passed, at the door of which Selim and Abdullah
left their slippers, and they advanced into a grand and spacious saloon,
larger than the one at Abdullah's house, more superbly furnished, with
numbers of curious things which Sheikh Amer had collected through his
Bombay agent.

Selim turned round to Kalulu and asked:

"How does the young King of Ututa like his brother Selim's house?"

"Thou art greater than I, my brother. I have had thousands of warriors
who would have done my slightest bidding; but I am the first King of
Ututa who ever saw a house like this. I have had plenty of ivory, and
cows, and sheep, and goats that could not be counted for number, but I
never had a house like this."

"By-and-by, Kalulu, when we are all men and strong, we shall take thee
back to Ututa and see thee righted in thy own; thou having seen these
things, thou wilt be able to do likewise. But thou and I have much to
learn yet. We are boys, and we cannot fight Ferodia; but until we are
men, rest with Abdullah and me at Zanzibar; make my house thy own. Stay
here; I go to Call my mother, Amina, whom thou must like."

"I shall like everything that thou dost like, Selim," answered Kalulu,
seating himself on the divan as he spoke.

Selim knocked at the door of his mother's apartments, who came to the
door. Her son respectfully saluted his mother's right hand, and led her
into the room; but when she saw a stranger and a black man, she drew
back, and said:

"Who is this, my son; and what dost thou mean by bringing a slave into a
place where none but Arabs are admitted? And I have left my veil
behind. Fie, boy!"

"Nay, dear mother, this is only a boy; and he is not a slave, he is my
brother," answered Selim, smiling, as he beckoned Kalulu to advance, who
looked somewhat awed at the transcendent beauty of Selim's mother.

"Thy brother! How, hast thou two mothers? My lord, Amer, never told me
he had other wives than those who live in this house. What folly is
this, Selim, my son? Who is this boy?"

"Dost thou not know, mother? Canst thou not guess? Behold my brother,
my Kalulu!"

"Kalulu!" echoed his mother, and immediately she recovered her smiles,
and walking up to him, she poured in