She turned to the Vizier, and said, lifting the red gloom of the Jewel on him, "And thou?"
Aswarak ate his under-lip.
Then she cried, "There"s much ye know in common, ye two."
Thereupon Bhanavar pa.s.sed from the feast on to the centre of the vault, and stood before the tomb of Almeryl, and drew the cloth from it; and they saw by the glow of the Jewel that it was a tomb. When she had mounted some steps at the side of the tomb, she beckoned them to come, crying, in a voice of sobs, "This which is here, likewise ye may know."
So they came with the coldness of a mystery in their blood, and looked as she looked intently over a tomb. The lid was of gla.s.s, and through the gla.s.s of the lid the Jewel flung a dark rosy ray on the body of Almeryl lying beneath it.
Now, the miser was perplexed at the sight; but Aswarak stepped backward in defiance, bellowing, ""Twas for this I was tricked to come here! Is "t fooling me a second time? By Allah! look to it; not a second time will Aswarak be fooled."
Then she ran to him, and exclaimed, "Fooled? For what cam"st thou to me?"
And he, foaming and grinding his breath, "Thou woman of wiles! thou serpent! but I"ll be gone from here."
So she faltered in sweetness, knowing him doomed, and loving to dally with him in her wickedness, "Indeed if thou cam"st not for my kiss--"
Then said the Vizier, "Yet a further guile! Was"t not an outrage to bring me here?"
She faltered again, leaning the fair length of her limbs on a couch, ""Tis ill that we are not alone, else could these lips convince thee well: else indeed!"
And the Vizier cried, "Chase then these intruders from us, O thou sorceress, and above all serpents in power! for thou poisonest with a touch; and the eye and the ear alike take in thy poisons greedily. Thou overcomest the senses, the reason, the judgment; yea, vindictiveness, wrath, suspicions; leading the soul captive with a breath of thine, as "twere a breeze from the gardens of bliss."
Bhanavar changed her manner a little, lisping, "And why that starting from the tomb of a dead harmless youth? And that abuse of me?"
He peered at her inquiringly, echoing "Why?"
And she repeated, as a child might repeat it, "Why that?"
Then the Vizier smote his forehead in the madness of utter perplexity, changing his eye from Bhanavar to the tomb of Almeryl, doubting her truth, yet dreading to disbelieve it. So she saw him fast enmeshed in her subtleties, and clapped her hands crying, "Come again with me to the tomb, and note if there be aught I am to blame in, O Aswarak, and plight thyself to me beside it."
He did nothing save to widen his eye at her somewhat; and she said, "The two are yonside the tomb, and they hear us not, and see us not by this light of the Jewel; so come up to it boldly with me; free thy mind of its doubt, and for a reconcilement kiss me on the way."
Aswarak moved not forward; but as Bhanavar laid the Jewel in her bosom he tore the veil from her darkened head, and caught her to him and kissed her. Then Bhanavar laughed and shouted, "How is it with thee, Vizier Aswarak?"
He was tottering, and muttered, ""Tis a death-chill hath struck me even to my marrow."
So she drew the Jewel forth once more, and rubbed it ablaze, and the noise of the Serpents neared; and they streamed into the vault and under it in fiery jets, surrounding Bhanavar, and whizzing about her till in their velocity they were indivisible; and she stood as a fountain of fire clothed in flashes of the underworld, the new loveliness of her face growing vivid violet like an incessant lightning above them. Then stretched she her two hands, and sang to the Serpents:--
Hither, hither, to the feast!
Hither to the sacrifice!
Virtue for my sake hath ceased: Now to make an end of Vice!
Twisted-tail and treble-tongue, Swelling length and greedy maw!
I have had a horrid wrong; Retribution is the law!
Ye that suck"d my youthful lord, Now shall make another meal: Seize the black Vizier abhorr"d; Seize him! seize him throat and heel!
Set your serpent wits to find Tortures of a new device: Have him! have him heart and mind!
Hither to the sacrifice"
Then she whirled with them round and round as a tempest whirls; and when she had wound them to a fury, lo, she burst from the hissing circle and dragged Ukleet from the vault into the pa.s.sage, and blocked the entrance to the vault. So was Queen Bhanavar avenged.
Now, she said to Ukleet, "Ransom presently the broker,--him they will not harm," and hastened to the King that he might see her in her beauty. The King reclined on cushions in the harem with a fair slave-girl, newly from the mountains, toying with the pearls in her locks. Then thought Bhanavar, "Let him not slight me!" So she drew a rose-coloured veil over her face and sat beside Mashalleed. The King continued his fondling with the girl, saying to her, "Was there no destiny foretold of thy coming to the palace of the King to rule it, O Nashta, starbeam in the waters! and hadst thou no dream of it?"
Bhanavar struck the King"s arm, but he noticed her not, and Nashta laughed. Then Bhanavar controlled her trembling and said, "A word, O King! and vouchsafe me a hearing."
The King replied languidly, still looking on Nashta, ""Tis a command that the voice of none that are crabbed and hideous be heard in the harem, and I find comfort in it, O Nashta! but speak thou, my fountain of sweet-dropping lute-notes!"
Bhanavar caught the King"s hand and said, "I have to speak with thee; "tis the Queen. Chase from us this little wax puppet a s.p.a.ce."
The King disengaged his hand and leaned it over to Nashta, who began playing with it, and fitting on it a ring, giggling. Then, as he answered nothing, Bhanavar came nearer and slapped him on the cheek. Mashalleed started to his feet, and his hand grasped his girdle; but that wrathfulness was stayed when he beheld the veil slide from her visage. So he cried, "My Queen! my soul!"
She pointed to Nashta, and the King chid the girl, and sent her forth lean with his shifted displeasure, as a kitten slinks wet from a fish-pond where it had thought to catch a great fish. Then Bhanavar exclaimed, "There was a change in thy manner to me before that creature."
He sought to dissimulate with her, but at last he confessed, "I was truly this morning the victim of a sorcery."
Thereupon she cried, "And thou went angered to find me not by thee on the couch, but one in my place, a hag of ugliness. Hear then the case, O Mashalleed! Surely that old crone had a dream, and it was that if she slept one night by the King she would arise fresh in health from her ills, and with powers lasting a year to heal others of all maladies with a touch. So she came to me, pet.i.tioning me to bring this about. O my lord the King, did I well in being privy to her desire?"
The King could not doubt this story of Bhanavar, seeing her constant loveliness, and the arch of her flashing brow, and the oval of her cheek and chin smooth as milk. So he said, "O my Queen! I had thought to go, as I must, gladly; but how shall I go, knowing thy truth, thy beauty unchanged; thee faithful, a follower of the injunctions of the Prophet in charitable deeds?"
Cried she, "And whither goeth my lord, and on what errand?"
He answered, "The people of a province southward have raised the standard of revolt and mocked my authority; they have been joined by certain of the Arab chiefs subject to my dominion, and have defeated my armies. "Tis to subdue them I go; yea, to crush them. Yet, wallaby! I know not. Care I if kingdoms fall away, and nations, so that I have thee? Nay, let all pa.s.s, so that thou remain by me."
Bhanavar paced from him to a mirror, and frowned at the reflection of her fairness, thinking, "Such had he spoken to the girl Nashta, or another, this King!" And she thought, "I have been beloved by the n.o.blest three on earth; I will ask no more of love; vengeance I have had. "Tis time that I demand of my beauty nothing save power, and I will make this King my stepping-stone to power, rejoicing my soul with the shock of armies."
Now, she persuaded Mashalleed to take her with him on his expedition against the Arabs; and they set forth, heading a great a.s.semblage of warriors, southward to the land bordering the Desert. The King credited the suggestions of Bhanavar, that Aswarak had disappeared to join the rebels, and pressed forward in his eagerness to inflict a chastis.e.m.e.nt signal in swiftness upon them and that traitor; so eagerly Mashalleed journeyed to his army in advance, that the main body, with Bhanavar, was left by him long behind. She had encouraged him, saying, "I shall love thee much if thou art speedy in winning success." The Queen was housed on an elephant, harnessed with gold, and with silken purple trappings; from the rose-hued curtains of her palanquin she looked on a mighty march of warriors, filling the extent of the plains; all day she fed her sight on them. Surely the story of her beauty became noised among the guards of her person that rode and ran beneath the royal elephant, till the soldiers of Mashalleed spake but of the beauty of the Queen, and Bhanavar was as a moon shining over that sea of men.
Now, they had pa.s.sed the cultivated fields, and were halting by the ford of a river bordering the Desert, when lo! a warrior on the yonside, riding in a cloud of dust, and his shout was, "The King Mashalleed is defeated, and flying." Then the Captains of the host witnessed to the greatness of Allah, and were troubled with a dread, fearing to advance; but Bhanavar commanded a horse to be saddled for her, and mounted it, and plunged through the ford singly; so they followed her, and all day she rode forward on horseback, touching neither food nor drink. By night she was a league beyond the foremost of them, and fell upon the King encamped in the Desert, with the loose remnant of his forces. Mashalleed, when he had looked on her, forgot his affliction, and stood up to embrace her, but Bhanavar spurned him, crying, "A time for this in the time of disgrace?" Then she said, "How came it?"
He answered, "There was a Chief among the enemy, an Arab, before the terror of whom my people fled."
Cried she, "Conquer him on the morrow, and till then I eat not, drink not, sleep not."
On the morrow Mashalleed again encountered the rebels, and Bhanavar, seated on her elephant, from a sand-hillock under a palm, beheld the prowess of the Arab Chief and the tempest of battle that he was. She thought, "I have seen but one mighty in combat like that one, Ruark, the Chief of the Beni-a.s.ser." Thereupon she coursed toward the King, even where the arrows gloomed like locusts, thick and dark in the air aloof, and said, "The victory is with yonder Chief! Hurl on him three of thy sons of valour."
The three were selected, and made onslaught on this Chief, and perished under his arm.
Bhanavar saw them fall, and exclaimed, "Another attack on him, and with thrice three!"
Her will was the mandate of Mashalleed, and these likewise were ordered forth, and closed on the Chief, but he darted from their toils and wheeled about them, spearing them one by one till the nine were in the dust. Bhanavar compressed her dry lips and muttered to the King, "Head thou a body against him."
Mashalleed gathered round his standard the chosen of his warriors, and smoothed his beard, and headed them. Then the Chief struck his lance behind him, and stretched rapidly a half-circle across the sand, and halted on a knoll. When they neared him he retreated in a further half-circle, and continued this wise, wasting the fury of Mashalleed, till he stood among his followers. There, as the King hesitated and prepared to retreat, he and the others of the tribe levelled their lances and hung upon his rear, fretting them, slaughtering captains of the troop. When Mashalleed turned to face his pursuer, the Chief was alone, immovable on his mare, fronting the ranks. Then Bhanavar taunted the King, and he essayed the capture of that Chief a second time and a third, and it was each time as the first. Bhanavar looked about her with rapid eyes, murmuring, "Oh, what a Chief is he! Oh that a cloud would fall, a smoke arise, to blind these hosts, that I might sling my serpents on him unseen, for I will not be vanquished, though it be by Ruark!" So she drew to the King, and the altercation between them was fierce in the fury of the battle, he saying, ""Tis a feint of the Chief, this challenge; and I must succour the left of my army by the well, that he is overmatching with numbers"; and she, "If thou head them not, then will I, and thou shalt behold a woman do what thou durst not, and lose her love and win her scorn." While they spake the Arabs they looked on seemed to flutter and waver, and the Chief was backing to them, calling to them as "twere words of shame to rally them. Seeing this, Mashalleed charged against the Chief once more, and lo! the Arabs opened to receive him, closing on his band of warriors like waters whitened by the storm on a fleet of swift-scudding vessels: and there was a dust and a tumult visible, such as is seen in the darkness when a vessel struck by the lightning-bolt is sinking--flashes of steel, lifting of hands, rolling of hors.e.m.e.n and horses. Then Bhanavar groaned aloud, "They are lost! Shame to us! only one hope is left-that "tis Ruark, this Chief!" Now, the view of the plain cleared, and with it she beheld the army of Mashalleed broken, the King borne down by a dust of Arabs; so she unveiled her face and rode on the host with the hors.e.m.e.n that guarded her, glorious with a crown of gold and the glowing Jewel on her brow. When she was a javelin"s flight from them the Arabs shouted and paused in terror, for the light of her head was as the sun setting between clouds of thunder; but that Chief dashed forward like a flame beaten level by the wind, crying, "Bhanavar; Bhanavar!" and she knew the features of Ruark; so she said, "Even I!" And he cried again, "Bhanavar! Bhanavar!" and was as one stricken by a shaft.
Then Bhanavar threw on him certain of the hors.e.m.e.n with her, and he suffered them without a sign to surround him and grasp his mare by the bridle-rein, and bring him, disarmed, before the Queen. At sight of Ruark a captive the Arabs fell into confusion, and lost heart, and were speedily chased and scattered from the scene like a loose spray before the wind; but Mashalleed the King rejoiced mightily and praised Bhanavar, and the whole army of the King praised her, magnifying her.
Now, with Ruark she interchanged no syllable, and said not farewell to him when she departed with Mashalleed, to encounter other tribes; and the Chief was bound and conducted a prisoner to the city of the inland sea, and cast into prison, in expectation of Death the releaser, and continued there wellnigh a year, eating the bitter bread of captivity. In the evening of every seventh day there came to him a little mountain girl, that sat by him and leaned a lute to her bosom, singing of the mountain and the desert, but he turned his face from her to the wall. One day she sang of Death the releaser, and Ruark thought, ""Tis come! she warneth me! Merciful is Allah!" On the morning that followed Ukleet entered the cell, and with him three slaves, blacks, armed with scimitars. So Ruark stood up and bore witness to his faith, saying, "Swift with the stroke!"
but Ukleet exclaimed, "Fear not! the end is not yet."