“I accept your terms; but what is my security for them?”
“They shall be binding only if, twenty-four hours after the execution, he is still alive.”
“Agreed; and what is yours?”
“Your word, lady.”
“Go, Afra, lose not a moment.”
“There is no hurry,” quietly replied the slave, as she completed, unflurried, the preparations for supper.
She then proceeded at once to the palace, and to the Mauritanian quarters, and went in directly to the commander.
“What dost thou want, Jubala,” he said, “at this hour? There is no festival to-night.”
“I know, Hyphax; but I have important business with thee.”
“What is it about?”