s in the field, and prays for aid.'
'He shall have it. This is indeed great news! When left you Hamadan?'
'Night and day I have journeyed upon the swiftest dromedary. The third
morn sees me at Bagdad.'
'You have done your duty. See this faithful courier be well tended,
Pharez. Summon the Lord Honain.'
'Alp Arslan! Hah! a very famous warrior. The moment the beacon was
fired. No sudden impulse then, but long matured. I like it not.'
'Sire,' said Pharez, re-entering, 'a Tatar has arrived from the
frontiers of the province, who will see none but thyself. I have told
him your Highness was deeply busied, and as methinks he brings but the
same news, I----'
''Tis very likely; yet never _think_, good Pharez. I'll see the man.'
The Tatar entered.
'Well, Sir, how now! from whom?'
'From Mozul. The Governor bade me see the Caliph and none else, and tell
your Highness that the moment the beacon that announced the Feast of the
New Moon was fired on the mountains, the fell rebel Abidan raised the
standard of Judah in the province, and proclaimed war against your
Majesty.'
'In any force?'
'The royal power keeps within their walls.'
'Sufficient answer. Part of the same movement. We shall have some
trouble. Hast summoned Honain?'
'I have, Sire.'
'Go, see this messenger be duly served, and, Pharez, come hither: let
none converse with them. You understand?'
'Your Highness may assure yourself.'
'Abidan come to life. He shall not escape so well this time. I must see
Scherirah. I much suspect----what's this? More news!'
A third Tatar entered.
'May it please your Highness, this Tatar has arrived from the Syrian
frontier.'
'Mischief in the wind, I doubt not. Speak out, knave!'
'Sire! pardon me; I bear but sad intelligence.'
'Out with the worst!'
'I come from the Lord Medad.'
'Well! has he rebelled? It seems a catching fever.'
'Ah! no, dread Sire, Lord Medad has no thought but for thy glory. Alas!
alas! he has now to guard it against fearful odds. Lord Medad bade me
see the Caliph and none else, and tell your Highness, that the moment
the beacon which announced the Feast of the New Moon was fired on
Lebanon, the Sultan of Roum and the old Arabian Caliph unfurled the
standard of their Prophet, in great array, and are now marching towards
Bagdad.'
'A clear conspiracy! Has Honain arrived? Summon a council of the Vizirs
instantly. The world is up against me. Well! I'm sick of peace. They
shall
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