"Ah, Sir Gad-about!" he exclaimed in a harsh, squeaky voice as he
perceived Sah-luma--"Back again from your self-advertising in the city!
Is there any poor soul left in Al-Kyris whose ears have not been
deafened by the parrot-cry of the name of Sah-luma?--If there is,--at
him, at him, my dainty warbler of tiresome trills!--at him, and storm
his senses with a rhodomontade of rhymes without reason!--at him,
Immortal of the Immortals!--Bard of Bards!--stuff him with quatrains
and sextains!--beat him with blank verse, blank of all meaning!--lash
him with ballad and sonnet-scourges, till the tortured wretch, howling
for mercy, shall swear that no poet save Sah-luma, ever lived before,
or will ever live again, on the face of the shuddering and astonished
earth!"
And breathless with this extraordinary outburst, he struck his staff
loudly on the floor, and straightway fell into such a violent fit of
coughing that his whole lean body shook with the paroxysm.
Sah-luma laughed heartily,--laughter in which he was joined by all the
assembled maidens, including the gentle, pensive-eyed Niphrata.
Standing erect in his glistening princely attire, with one hand resting
familiarly on Theos's arm, and the sparkle of mirth lighting up his
handsome features, he formed the greatest contrast imaginable to the
little shrunken old personage, who, clinging convulsively to his staff,
was entirely absorbed in his efforts to control and overcome his sudden
and unpleasant attack of threatened suffocation.
"Theos, my friend,"--he said, still laughing--"Thou must know the
admirable Zabastes,--a man of vast importance in his own opinion! Have
done with thy wheezing,"--he continued, vehemently thumping the
struggling old gentleman on the back--"Here is another one of the
minstrel craft thou hatest,--hast aught of bitterness in thy barbed
tongue wherewith to welcome him as guest to mine abode?"
Thus adjured, the old man peered up at Theos inquisitively, wiping away
the tears that coughing had brought into his eyes, and after a minute
or two began also to laugh in a smothered, chuckling way,--a laugh that
resembled the croaking of frogs in a marshy pool.
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