_Aboan_ fail’d not that Night to tell the Prince of his Success, and how advantageous the Service of _Onahal_ might be to his Amour with _Imoinda_. The Prince was overjoy’d with this good News, and besought him, if it were possible, to caress her so, as to engage her entirely, which he could not fail to do, if he comply’d with her Desires: _For then_ (said the Prince) _her Life lying at your Mercy, she must grant you the Request you make in my Behalf_. _Aboan_ understood him, and assur’d him he would make Love so effectually, that he would defy the most expert Mistress of the Art, to find out whether he dissembled it, or had it really. And ’twas with Impatience they waited the next Opportunity of going to the _Otan_. The Wars came on, the Time of taking the Field approached; and ’twas impossible for the Prince to delay his going at the Head of his Army to encounter the Enemy; so that every Day seem’d a tedious Year, till he saw his _Imoinda_: for he believed he could not live, if he were forced away without being so happy. ’Twas with Impatience therefore that he expected the next Visit the King would make; and, according to his Wish, it was not long. The Parley of the Eyes of these two Lovers had not pass’d so secretly, but an old jealous Lover could spy it; or rather, he wanted not Flatterers who told him they observ’d it: so that the Prince was hasten’d to the Camp, and this was the last Visit he found he should make to the _Otan_; he therefore urged _Aboan_ to make the best of this last Effort, and to explain himself so to _Onahal_, that she deferring her Enjoyment of her young Lover no longer, might make Way for the Prince to speak to _Imoinda_.