“Even if thy heart,” I answered, “be rock in very deed, Yet hath God caused fair water well from the rock, I ween.”

And when night darkened on them the Lady Miriam went up to her women and asked them, “Have ye locked the door?”; and they answered, “Indeed we have locked it.” So she took them and went with them to a place called the Chapel of the Lady Mary the Virgin, Mother of Light, because the Nazarenes hold that there are her heart and soul. The girls betook themselves to prayer for blessings from above and circuited all the church; and when they had made an end of their visitation, the Princess turned to them and said, “I desire to pass the night alone in the Virgin’s chapel and seek a blessing thereof, for that yearning after it hath betided me, by reason of my long absence in the land of the Moslems; and as for you, when ye have made an end of your visitation, do ye sleep whereso ye will.” Replied they, “With love and goodly gree: be it as thou wilt!”; and leaving her alone in the chapel, dispersed about the church and slept. The Lady Miriam waited till they were out of sight and hearing, then went in search of Nur al-Din, whom she found sitting in a corner on live coals, awaiting her. He rose and kissed her hands and feet and she sat down and seated him by her side. Then she pulled off all that was upon her of raiment and ornaments and fine linen and taking Nur al-Din in her arms strained him to her bosom. And they ceased not, she and he, from kissing and clipping and strumming to the tune of “hocus-pocus,[[523]]” saying the while, “How short are the nights of Union and the nights of Disunion how long are they!” and reciting these verses:—

O Night of Union, Time’s virginal prize, ✿ White star of the Nights with auroral dyes,

Thou garrest Dawn after Noon to rise ✿ Say art thou Kohl in Morning’s Eyes,

Or wast thou Slumber to bleared eye lief?

O Night of Parting, how long thy stay ✿ Whose latest hours aye the first portray,

This endless circle that noways may ✿ Show breach till the coming of Judgment-day,

Day when dies the lover of parting-grief.[[524]]

As they were in this mighty delight and joy engrossing they heard one of the servants of the Saint[[525]] smite the gong[[526]] upon the roof, to call the folk to the rites of their worship, and he was even as saith the poet: —

I saw him strike the gong and asked of him straightway, ✿ “Who made the Fawn[[527]] at striking gong so knowing, eh?”