"I have never left you for a moment," said Topaz. "I have been always at your side," said Ebony. "What do you mean? Why do you insult me in my last moments?" replied Rustem, in a weak voice. "Believe me, it is true," said Topaz. "You know I never approved of this ill-advised journey, for I foresaw its disastrous end. I was the eagle which struggled with the vulture, and which the vulture plucked; I was the elephant which made off with your baggage to compel you to return home; I was the striped ass which would fain have carried you back to your father; it was I who led your horses astray, who produced the torrent which you could not cross, who raised the mountain which checked your unlucky advance; I was the physician who advised your return to your native air, and the magpie which urged you not to fight." "I," said Ebony, "was the vulture who plucked the eagle, the rhinoceros which thrust its horn into the elephant, the peasant who beat the ass, the merchant who gave you the camels to hasten you to your ruin; I raised the bridge you crossed; I bored the mountains for you to pass; I was the physician who advised you to proceed, and the raven which encouraged you to fight." "Alas! And remember the oracles," added Topaz; "'If you turn to the east you will turn to the west.'" "Yes, here they bury the dead with their faces turned westward," said Ebony. "The oracle was plain; why did not you understand it? You possessed and you possessed not; for you had the diamond, but it was a false one, and you did not know it; you got the best of it in battle, but you also got the worst, for you must die; you are Rustem, but you will soon cease to be so. The oracle is fulfilled." Even as he spoke two white wings appeared on the shoulders of Topaz, and two black wings on those of Ebony. "What is this that I see?" cried Rustem. And Topaz and Ebony replied: "We are your two genies." "I," added Topaz, "am your good genie." "And you, Ebony, with your black wings, are apparently my evil genie." "As you say," replied Ebony. Then suddenly everything vanished. Rustem found himself in his father's house which he had not quitted, and in his bed where he had been sleeping just an hour. He awoke with a start, bathed in sweat and greatly scared. He shouted, he called, he rang. His servant Topaz hurried up in his night-cap, yawning. [Illustration: THE TWO GENIES.] "Am I dead or alive?" cried Rustem. "Will the beautiful Princess of Cashmere recover?" "Is your Highness dreaming?" said Topaz, calmly. "And what," cried Rustem, "has become of that cruel Ebony, with his two black wings? Is it his fault that I am dying so dreadful a death?" "Sir, I left him upstairs snoring. Shall I call him down?"