[Exasperated.] Thanks! Thanks!!
Fakrash.
I perceive that something hath displeased thee.
Horace.
[With an angry laugh.] No, do you? You're getting quite observant! Something jolly well has displeased me. Not so much the banquet—I could pass that—we did pass most of it! [Rising.] It was what came after the banquet!
Fakrash.
After the banquet I provided that a company of houris, lovelier than the full moon and graceful as young gazelles, should dance for the delight of thy guests. [With uneasiness.] Can I have failed in bringing this to pass?
Horace.
[Bitterly.] Oh, you brought that off all right—the houris came! [With rising resentment.] And what do you think the Chief Gazelle did?... Hugged my knees and called me her lord and protector and the light of her eyes! Pretty good that—for a gazelle!
Fakrash.