But as it was, his Highness had to hold His daily council upon ways and means How to encounter with this martial scold, This modern Amazon and Queen of queans; And the perplexity could not be told Of all the pillars of the State, which leans Sometimes a little heavy on the backs Of those who cannot lay on a new tax.
XCVII.
Meantime Gulbeyaz when her King was gone, Retired into her boudoir, a sweet place For love or breakfast; private, pleasing, lone, And rich with all contrivances which grace Those gay recesses:--many a precious stone Sparkled along its roof, and many a vase Of porcelain held in the fettered flowers, Those captive soothers of a captive"s hours.
XCVIII.
Mother of pearl, and porphyry, and marble, Vied with each other on this costly spot; And singing birds without were heard to warble; And the stained gla.s.s which lighted this fair grot Varied each ray;--but all descriptions garble The true effect,[360] and so we had better not Be too minute; an outline is the best,-- A lively reader"s fancy does the rest.
XCIX.
And here she summoned Baba, and required Don Juan at his hands, and information Of what had pa.s.sed since all the slaves retired, And whether he had occupied their station: If matters had been managed as desired, And his disguise with due consideration Kept up; and above all, the where and how He had pa.s.sed the night, was what she wished to know.
C.
Baba, with some embarra.s.sment, replied To this long catechism of questions, asked More easily than answered,--that he had tried His best to obey in what he had been tasked; But there seemed something that he wished to hide, Which Hesitation more betrayed than masked; He scratched his ear, the infallible resource To which embarra.s.sed people have recourse.
CI.
Gulbeyaz was no model of true patience, Nor much disposed to wait in word or deed; She liked quick answers in all conversations; And when she saw him stumbling like a steed In his replies, she puzzled him for fresh ones; And as his speech grew still more broken-kneed, Her cheek began to flush, her eyes to sparkle, And her proud brow"s blue veins to swell and darkle.
CII.
When Baba saw these symptoms, which he knew To bode him no great good, he deprecated Her anger, and beseeched she"d hear him through-- He could not help the thing which he related: Then out it came at length, that to Dudu Juan was given in charge, as hath been stated; But not by Baba"s fault, he said, and swore on The holy camel"s hump, besides the Koran.
CIII.
The chief dame of the Oda,[361] upon whom The discipline of the whole Harem bore, As soon as they re-entered their own room, For Baba"s function stopped short at the door, Had settled all; nor could he then presume (The aforesaid Baba) just then to do more, Without exciting such suspicion as Might make the matter still worse than it was.
CIV.
He hoped, indeed he thought, he could be sure, Juan had not betrayed himself; in fact "T was certain that his conduct had been pure, Because a foolish or imprudent act Would not alone have made him insecure, But ended in his being found out and _sacked,_ And thrown into the sea.--Thus Baba spoke Of all save Dudu"s dream, which was no joke.
CV.
This he discreetly kept in the back ground, And talked away--and might have talked till now, For any further answer that he found, So deep an anguish wrung Gulbeyaz" brow: Her cheek turned ashes, ears rung, brain whirled round, As if she had received a sudden blow, And the heart"s dew of pain sprang fast and chilly O"er her fair front, like Morning"s on a lily.
CVI.
Although she was not of the fainting sort, Baba thought she would faint, but there he erred-- It was but a convulsion, which though short Can never be described; we all have heard,[hg]
And some of us have felt thus "_all amort_"[362]
When things beyond the common have occurred;-- Gulbeyaz proved in that brief agony What she could ne"er express--then how should I?
CVII.
She stood a moment as a Pythoness Stands on her tripod, agonized, and full Of inspiration gathered from distress, When all the heart-strings like wild horses pull The heart asunder;--then, as more or less Their speed abated or their strength grew dull, She sunk down on her seat by slow degrees, And bowed her throbbing head o"er trembling knees.
CVIII.
Her face declined and was unseen; her hair Fell in long tresses like the weeping willow, Sweeping the marble underneath her chair, Or rather sofa (for it was all pillow, A low, soft ottoman), and black Despair Stirred up and down her bosom like a billow, Which rushes to some sh.o.r.e whose shingles check Its farther course, but must receive its wreck.
CIX.
Her head hung down, and her long hair in stooping Concealed her features better than a veil; And one hand o"er the ottoman lay drooping, White, waxen, and as alabaster pale: Would that I were a painter! to be grouping All that a poet drags into detail!
Oh that my words were colours! but their tints May serve perhaps as outlines or slight hints.
CX.
Baba, who knew by experience when to talk And when to hold his tongue, now held it till This pa.s.sion might blow o"er, nor dared to balk Gulbeyaz" taciturn or speaking will.
At length she rose up, and began to walk Slowly along the room, but silent still, And her brow cleared, but not her troubled eye; The wind was down, but still the sea ran high.
CXI.
She stopped, and raised her head to speak-but paused And then moved on again with rapid pace; Then slackened it, which is the march most caused By deep emotion:--you may sometimes trace A feeling in each footstep, as disclosed By Sall.u.s.t in his Catiline, who, chased By all the demons of all pa.s.sions, showed Their work even by the way in which he trode[363].
CXII.
Gulbeyaz stopped and beckoned Baba:--"Slave!
Bring the two slaves!" she said in a low tone, But one which Baba did not like to brave, And yet he shuddered, and seemed rather p.r.o.ne To prove reluctant, and begged leave to crave (Though he well knew the meaning) to be shown What slaves her Highness wished to indicate, For fear of any error, like the late.
CXIII.
"The Georgian and her paramour," replied The Imperial Bride--and added, "Let the boat Be ready by the secret portal"s side: You know the rest." The words stuck in her throat, Despite her injured love and fiery pride; And of this Baba willingly took note, And begged by every hair of Mahomet"s beard, She would revoke the order he had heard.
CXIV.
"To hear is to obey," he said; "but still, Sultana, think upon the consequence: It is not that I shall not all fulfil Your orders, even in their severest sense; But such precipitation may end ill, Even at your own imperative expense: I do not mean destruction and exposure, In case of any premature disclosure;
CXV.
"But your own feelings. Even should all the rest Be hidden by the rolling waves, which hide Already many a once love-beaten breast Deep in the caverns of the deadly tide-- You love this boyish, new, Seraglio guest, And if this violent remedy be tried-- Excuse my freedom, when I here a.s.sure you, That killing him is not the way to cure you."
CXVI.
"What dost thou know of Love or feeling?--Wretch!
Begone!" she cried, with kindling eyes--"and do My bidding!" Baba vanished, for to stretch His own remonstrance further he well knew Might end in acting as his own "Jack Ketch;"
And though he wished extremely to get through This awkward business without harm to others, He still preferred his own neck to another"s.
CXVII.
Away he went then upon his commission, Growling and grumbling in good Turkish phrase Against all women of whate"er condition, Especially Sultanas and their ways; Their obstinacy, pride, and indecision, Their never knowing their own mind two days, The trouble that they gave, their immorality, Which made him daily bless his own neutrality.
CXVIII.
And then he called his brethren to his aid, And sent one on a summons to the pair, That they must instantly be well arrayed, And above all be combed even to a hair, And brought before the Empress, who had made Inquiries after them with kindest care: At which Dudu looked strange, and Juan silly; But go they must at once, and will I--nill I.
CXIX.
And here I leave them at their preparation For the imperial presence, wherein whether Gulbeyaz showed them both commiseration, Or got rid of the parties altogether, Like other angry ladies of her nation,-- Are things the turning of a hair or feather May settle; but far be "t from me to antic.i.p.ate In what way feminine caprice may dissipate.