Egypt -- History -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English
“A woman!” cried the secretary. “A lady of rank!--She has none but
bright chestnuts; large horses of Armenian breed, and small, swift
beasts from the island of Sardinia, which fly on with the chariot, four
abreast, like hunted foxes. Her horses are always decked with flowers
and ribbons fluttering from the gold harness, and the grooms know how
to drive them too!--Well, every one thought that our young lord and the
handsome widow would marry; and it was a terrible blow to the hapless
Heliodora when nothing came of it--she looks like a saint and is as soft
as a kitten. I was by when they parted, and she shed such bitter tears
it was pitiable to see. Still, she could not be angry with her idol,
poor, gentle, tender kitten. She even gave him her lap-dog for a
keepsake--that little silky thing you have seen here. And take my word
for it, that was a true love-token, for her heart was as much set on
that little beast as if it had been her favorite child. And he felt the
parting too, felt it deeply; however, I am his confidential secretary,
and it would never do for me to tell tales out of school. He clasped the
little dog to his heart as he bid her farewell, and he promised her to
send some keepsake in return which should show her how precious her love
had been--and it will be no trifle, that any one may swear who knows
my master. You, Gamaliel, I daresay he has been to you about it by this
time.”
The man thus addressed--the same to whom Hiram was to offer Paula’s
emerald--was a rich Alexandrian of a happy turn of mind; as soon as the
incursion of the Saracens had made Alexandria an unsafe residence, so
that the majority of his fellow Israelites had fled from the great port,
he had found his way to Memphis, where he could count on the protection
of his patron, the Mukaukas George.
He shook his grizzled curls at this question, but he presently whispered
in the secretary’s ear. “We have the very thing he wants. You bring me
the cow and you shall have a calf--and a calf with twelve legs too. Is
it a bargain?”
“Twelve per cent on the profits? Done!” replied the secretary in the
same tone, with a sly smile of intelligence.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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