Arab countries -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Gothic fiction; Middle East -- Fiction
During these preparations, Carathis, who never lost sight of her great
object, which was to obtain favour with the powers of darkness, made
select parties of the fairest and most delicate ladies of the city; but
in the midst of their gaiety she contrived to introduce serpents amongst
them, and to break pots of scorpions under the table. They all bit to a
wonder, and Carathis would have left them to bite, were it not that to
fill up the time, she now and then amused herself in curing their wounds
with an excellent anodyne of her own invention; for this good princess
abhorred being indolent.
Vathek, who was not altogether so active as his mother, devoted his time
to the sole gratification of his senses, in the palaces which were
severally dedicated to them. He disgusted himself no more with the divan
or the mosque. One half of Samarah followed his example, whilst the
other lamented the progress of corruption.
In the midst of these transactions, the embassy returned which had been
sent in pious times to Mecca. It consisted of the most reverend
moullahs, {53} who had fulfilled their commission, and brought back one
of those precious besoms which are used to sweep the sacred caaba; a
present truly worthy of the greatest potentate on earth!
The Caliph happened at this instant to be engaged in an apartment by no
means adapted to the reception of embassies, though adorned with a
certain magnificence, not only to render it agreeable, but also because
he resorted to it frequently, and staid a considerable time together.
Whilst occupied in this retreat, he heard the voice of Bababalouk calling
out from between the door and the tapestry that hung before it:
“Here are the excellent Mahomet Ebn Edris al Shafei, and the seraphic Al
Mouhadethin, who have brought the besom from Mecca, and with tears of joy
entreat they may present it to your majesty in person.”
“Let them bring the besom hither, it may be of use,” said Vathek, who was
still employed, not having quite racked off his wine.
“How!” answered Bababalouk, half aloud and amazed.
“Obey,” replied the Caliph, “for it is my sovereign will; go instantly!
vanish! for here will I receive the good folk who have thus filled thee
with joy.”
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