“Sir Charleroy, I prefer the slavery.”
“Well, I prefer neither. Is the mandate final?”
“Yes; I’ve an order to commence packing at sunrise; by noon we will be enlisted or in chains.”
“Who gave thee these state secrets, so in detail? Perhaps ’tis only camp-fire gossip recounted for lack of novel ghost stories.”
“Ah, ’tis too true. I’d swear my life on it!”
“Rash, credulous; but which now, comrade, I can not tell.”
“Master, I had this from one that loves me as I love thee; the young Nourahmal, light of the harem, favorite of the Sheik.”
“Well, now it seems to me that this light of the harem is thy favorite rather than the Sheik’s.”
“She adores me.”