The ambassador, at first nonplussed with a lavishness that was most
unusual, gradually overcame his diffidence, became warm with the wine,
and so failed to notice that the Prince himself remained cool, and
drank sparingly. At last the head of Haziddin sank on his breast, and he
reclined at full length on the couch he occupied, falling into a drunken
stupor, for indeed he was deeply fatigued, and had spent the night
before sleepless. As his cloak fell away from him it left exposed a
small wicker cage attached to his girdle containing four pigeons closely
huddled, for the cage was barely large enough to hold them, and here the
Prince saw the ambassador’s swift messengers to Damascus. Let loose from
the walls of Baalbek, and flying direct, the tidings would, in a few
hours, be in the hands of the Governor of Damascus. Haziddin then was
spy as well as ambassador. The Prince also possessed carrier pigeons,
and used them as a means of communication between his armies at Tripoli
and at Antioch, so he was not ignorant of their consequence. The fact
that the ambassador himself carried this small cage under his cloak
attached to his girdle showed the great importance that was attached to
these winged messengers, otherwise Haziddin would have entrusted them to
one of his subordinates.
“Bring me,” whispered the Prince to his general, “four of my own
pigeons. Do not disturb the thongs attached to the girdle when you open
the cage, but take the ambassador’s pigeons out and substitute four of
my own. Keep these pigeons of Damascus separate from ours; we may yet
have use for them in communicating with the Governor.”
The general, quick to see the scheme which was in the Prince’s mind,
brought four Baalbek pigeons, identical with the others in size and
colour. He brought with him also a cage into which the Damascus pigeons
were put, and thus the transfer was made without the knowledge of the
slumbering ambassador. His cloak was arranged about him so that it
concealed the cage attached to the girdle, then the ambassador’s own
servants were sent for, and he was confided to their care.
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