Then—before I do thee any further service—bring hither the stopper wherewith my bottle was sealed.
Horace.
[Uneasily.] The—the stopper? Oh, nonsense! You can't want that now! What for? As a souvenir?
Fakrash.
Nay, but because in all likelihood it is engraven with the mighty seal of Suleymán.
Horace.
[Rising excitedly.] I say! Are you sure of that?
Fakrash.
So it was customary with such vessels. And, bearing such a seal, I shall possess a mighty talisman. [Rising from his cushion.] Wherefore deliver it into my hands without delay, and I will reward thee by accomplishing all thy desires.
Horace.