Arab countries -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Gothic fiction; Middle East -- Fiction
The Caliph, delighted to see his desires accomplished in part, and
flattering himself with the hope of obtaining their entire fulfilment,
without a moment’s hesitation swallowed the potion, and instantaneously
found his health restored, his thirst appeased, and his limbs as agile as
ever.
In the transports of his joy, Vathek leaped upon the neck of the
frightful Indian, and kissed his horrid mouth and hollow cheeks, as
though they had been the coral lips, and the lilies and roses of his most
beautiful wives; whilst they, less terrified than jealous at the sight,
dropped their veils to hide the blush of mortification that suffused
their foreheads.
Nor would the scene have closed here, had not Carathis, with all the art
of insinuation, a little repressed the raptures of her son. Having
prevailed upon him to return to Samarah, she caused a herald to precede
him, whom she commanded to proclaim as loudly as possible:
“The wonderful stranger hath appeared again; he hath healed the Caliph;
he hath spoken! he hath spoken!”
Forthwith all the inhabitants of this vast city quitted their
habitations, and ran together in crowds to see the procession of Vathek
and the Indian, whom they now blessed as much as they had before
execrated, incessantly shouting,
“He hath healed our sovereign; he hath spoken! he hath spoken!”
Nor were these words forgotten in the public festivals, which were
celebrated the same evening to testify the general joy, for the poets
applied them as a chorus to all the songs they composed.
The Caliph, in the mean while caused the palaces of the senses to be
again set open, and as he found himself prompted to visit that of taste,
in preference to the rest, immediately ordered a splendid entertainment,
to which his great officers and favourite courtiers were all invited.
The Indian, who was placed near the prince, seemed to think that as a
proper acknowledgment of so distinguished a privilege, he could neither
eat, drink, nor talk too much. The various dainties were no sooner
served up than they vanished, to the great mortification of Vathek, who
piqued himself on being the greatest eater alive, and at this time in
particular had an excellent appetite.
The rest of the company looked round at each other in amazement, but the
Indian without appearing to observe it, quaffed large bumpers to the
health of each of them: sung in a style altogether extravagant; related
stories at which he laughed immoderately; and poured forth extemporaneous
verses which would not have been thought bad, but for the strange
grimaces with which they were uttered. In a word, his loquacity was
equal to that of a hundred astrologers; he ate as much as a hundred
porters, and caroused in proportion.
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