“By my beard!”
In a truly pitiable condition the Grand Nazir limped toward the palace. Yoo-ti-hu followed—admiring the bandy and scarified legs of the great Tally-yang-sang, and muttering benedictions on the genius.
IV. Yoo-ti-hu in Danger.
The great rajas, moguls, and lords of Gazaret, belonging to the court of Pokatoka, had sallied out with the king, to take a stroll in the royal gardens.
“Ho!” cried Yptaleen, high master of the festivities, “what fantastic clown comes hither?”
“An Egyptian dancer,” quoth the king.
“A self-punished Musselman,” added a raja.
“True,” said a grand mogul, “for behind him walks his koran bearer.”
“Rather a shia with his talisman,” observed a lord of Gazaret.
“Or a sooni,” whispered a pious Mohammedan.