"Your slave has been honoured with my lord's attentions, and denies the assertion as a calumny," observed my rival. "Peace, wretch! thou hast proved thyself unworthy of the honour, by thy lying tongue." "I tell thee, Zara, silence! or you shall feel my indignation." But I was now too angry, and I replied, "My lord, you well know that I once held my tongue for eighteen months; I therefore can be silent when I choose; but I can also speak when I choose, and now I do choose to speak. I have said it, and I will not retract my words." The sultan was white with rage; my life hung upon a thread; when the Circassian maliciously observed, "The bastinado might induce her to retract." "And shall," exclaimed the sultan, clapping his hands. The kislar aga appeared, in obedience to the sultan's orders; the executioner of the harem, and two slaves, stretched me on the floor--I made no resistance or complaint; my jewelled slippers were taken off, and all was ready for the disgraceful punishment. "Now, Zara, will you retract?" said the sultan, solemnly. "No, my lord, I will not. I repeat, that you have a wen under your left arm." "Strike," cried the sultan, in a paroxysm of rage. The bamboos fell, and I received a dozen blows. I bore them without a cry; I was too much choked by my feelings. "Now, Zara, will you retract?" exclaimed the sultan, in a subdued tone. "Never, sultan; I will prove to you that a woman has more courage than you may imagine; if I die under the punishment, my rival shall not have even the pleasure of a groan. You ask me to retract. I will not swerve from the truth. You have, and you know you have, and so does that vile parasite by your side know that you have a wen under your left arm." I was faint with the pain, and my voice was weak and trembling. "Proceed," said the sultan. When I had received thirty blows, I fainted with the agony, and the sultan ordered them to desist. "I trust, Zara, you are now sufficiently punished for your disobedience." But I heard him not; and when the sultan perceiving that I did not reply, looked at me, his heart melted. He felt how arbitrary, how cruel he had been. The Circassian went to him; he ordered her, in a voice of thunder, to be gone, me to be unbound by the other ladies, laid on the sofa, and restoratives to be procured. When I came to my senses, I found myself alone with the sultan. "Oh Zara," said he, as the tears stood in his eyes, "why did you tempt me thus--why were you so obstinate?" "My lord," answered I, in a feeble voice, "leave your slave and go to those who can teach their tongues to lie. I have never deceived you, although I may have displeased you. I have loved you with fidelity and truth. Now that you have witnessed what I can suffer rather than be guilty of falsehood, you ought to believe me. Take my life, my lord, and I will bless you; for I have lost you, and with you I have lost more than life."