The palace reached, "Bring me the prisoner,"
Commanded Hisham. And he came as were
He in no wise concerned; with eyes intent
On some far thing; and on the floor a bent
Dark gaze of scornful freedom unafraid,
Till at the Khalif's throne his steps were stayed:
And, unsaluting, standing head held down,
An armed attendant blazed him with a frown,
"Dog of a Bedouin! may thy eyes rot out!
Insulter! art thou blind? and must I shout