Sindibad—By the beard of the Prophet, wine! The Koran forbids it.

Kodama—It shall turn to milk in the throat of the true believer.

Sindibad—Thou hast said it.

(Kodama and Sindibad drink, and look at one another searchingly.)

Kodama—Thy black angel is ever at thy left side in the city. It will persuade thee into mighty wrong. Young cousin, it is wise that thou shouldst return to thy people. Go quickly, lest evil come. I will give thee rich presents for thy father. As for thee, choose one of the slave girls—

Sindibad—I will take with me nothing—but a dream. (Exit L.)

Kodama—Allah send him swift away.... There shall be no returning.

(CURTAIN)

Scene—The same. A slave is singing. Kodama is seated on the dais, while Halima comes in slowly and gazes anxiously at him. It is the next day.

Halima—Thy brows are still lowered. In what have I offended thee, my husband?