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Nouronihar could find nothing to oppose in a discourse so eloquent. She
only wished the amorous monarch had discovered more ardour for the
carbuncle of Giamschid; but flattered herself it would gradually
increase, and therefore yielded to his will with the most bewitching
submission.
When the Caliph judged it proper he called for Bababalouk, who was asleep
in the cave of Meimoune, and dreaming that the phantom of Nouronihar
having mounted him once more on her swing, had just given him such a jerk
that he one moment soared above the mountains, and the next sunk into the
abyss. Starting from his sleep at the voice of his master, he ran
gasping for breath, and had nearly fallen backward at the sight, as he
believed, of the spectre, by whom he had so lately been haunted in his
dream.
“Ah my lord,” cried he, recoiling ten steps, and covering his eyes with
both hands, “do you then perform the office of a goule? ’Tis true you
have dug up the dead, yet hope not to make her your prey; for after all
she hath caused me to suffer, she is even wicked enough to prey upon
you.”
“Cease thy folly,” said Vathek, “and thou shalt soon be convinced that it
is Nouronihar herself, alive and well, whom I clasp to my breast. Go
only, and pitch my tents in the neighbouring valley. There will I fix my
abode with this beautiful tulip, whose colours I soon shall restore.
There exert thy best endeavours to procure whatever can augment the
enjoyments of life, till I shall disclose to thee more of my will.”
The news of so unlucky an event soon reached the ears of the emir, who
abandoned himself to grief and despair, and began, as did all his old
greybeards, to begrime his visage with ashes. A total supineness ensued;
travellers were no longer entertained, no more plasters were spread, and
instead of the charitable activity that had distinguished this asylum,
the whole of its inhabitants exhibited only faces of a half cubit long,
and uttered groans that accorded with their forlorn situation.
Though Fakreddin bewailed his daughter as lost to him for ever, yet
Gulchenrouz was not forgotten. He despatched immediate instruction to
Sutlememe, Shaban, and the dwarfs, enjoining them not to undeceive the
child in respect to his state, but under some pretence to convey him far
from the lofty rock at the extremity of the lake, to a place which he
should appoint, as safer from danger; for he suspected that Vathek
intended him evil.
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