“It is well said, and so must I if the caliph sends me a Capitan Badji, which Allah forbid. There is but one God and Mahomet is his Prophet.”
“Amen,” replied Mustapha. “Will your highness drink of the water of the Giaour?”
“Yes, truly; for what says the poet? ‘We are merry to-day and to-morrow we die.’”
“Min Allah; God forbid! That old woman has lived a long while, why shouldn’t we?”
“I don’t know; but she has had the bowstring and is not yet dead. We may not be so fortunate.”
“May we never have it at all; then shall we escape, O pacha.”
“True, Mustapha; so give me the bottle.”