Arab countries -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Gothic fiction; Middle East -- Fiction
The Caliph, notwithstanding the table had been thirty times covered,
found himself incommoded by the voraciousness of his guest, who was now
considerably declined in the prince’s esteem. Vathek, however, being
unwilling to betray the chagrin he could hardly disguise, said in a
whisper to Bababalouk, {26a} the chief of his eunuchs:
“You see how enormous his performances in every way are; what would be
the consequence should he get at my wives? Go! redouble your vigilance,
and be sure look well to my Circassians, who would be more to his taste
than all of the rest.”
The bird of the morning had thrice renewed his song, when the hour of the
divan {26b} sounded. Vathek, in gratitude to his subjects, having
promised to attend, immediately arose from table and repaired thither
leaning upon his vizier, who could scarcely support him, so disordered
was the poor prince by the wine he had drank, and still more by the
extravagant vagaries of his boisterous guest.
The viziers, the officers of the crown, and of the law, arranged
themselves in a semi-circle about their sovereign, and preserved a
respectful silence, whilst the Indian, who looked as cool as if come from
a fast, sat down without ceremony on a step of the throne, laughing in
his sleeve at the indignation with which his temerity had filled the
spectators.
The Caliph, however, whose ideas were confused and his head embarrassed,
went on administering justice at hap-hazard, till at length the prime
vizier {27} perceiving his situation, hit upon a sudden expedient to
interrupt the audience, and rescue the honour of his master, to whom he
said in a whisper:
“My lord, the princess Carathis, who hath passed the night in consulting
the planets, informs you that they portend you evil; and the danger is
urgent. Beware, lest this stranger whom you have so lavishly recompensed
for his magical gewgaws, should make some attempt on your life: his
liquor, which at first had the appearance of effecting your cure, may be
no more than a poison of a sudden operation. Slight not this surmise;
ask him, at least, of what it was compounded; whence he procured it; and
mention the sabres, which you seem to have forgotten.”
Vathek, to whom the insolent airs of the stranger became every moment
less supportable, intimated to his vizier by a wink of acquiescence, that
he would adopt his advice, and at once turning towards the Indian, said:
“Get up and declare in full divan of what drugs the liquor was compounded
you enjoined me to take, for it is suspected to be poison; add also the
explanation I have so earnestly desired concerning the sabres you sold
me, and thus show your gratitude for the favours heaped on you.”
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