In the mean Time, the Queen's Attendants, tho' it was Dead of Night, knock'd at the Door of _Zadig's_ Apartment, wak'd him, and deliver'd into his Hands a Billet from the Queen. At first he could not well tell whether he was only in a Dream or not, but soon read the Letter, with a trembling Hand, and a heavy Heart: Words can't express his Surprise, and the Agonies of Despair which he was in upon his perusal of the Contents. _Fly_, said she, _Dear_ Zadig, _this very Moment; for your Life's in the utmost Danger: Fly, Dear_ Zadig, _I conjure you, in the Name of that fatal Passion, with which I have long struggled, and which I now venture to discover, as I am to make Atonement for it, in a few Moments, by the Loss of my Life. Tho' I am conscious to myself of my Innocence, I find I am to feel the Weight of my Husband's Resentment, and die the Death of a Traitor._ _Zadig_ was scarce able to speak. He order'd his Friend _Cador_ to be instantly call'd, and gave him the Letter the Moment he came, without opening his Lips. _Cador_ press'd him to regard the Contents, and to make the best of his Way to _Memphis_. If you presume, said he, to have an Interview with her Majesty first, you inevitably hasten her Execution; or if you wait upon the King, the fatal Consequence will be the same: I'll prevent her unhappy Fate, if possible; you follow but your own: I'll give it out, that you are gone to the _Indies_: I'll wait on you as soon as the Hurricane is blown over, and I'll let you know all that occurs material in _Babylon_. _Cador_, that Instant, order'd two of the fleetest Dromedaries that could be got, to be in readiness at a private Back-Door belonging to the Court; he help'd _Zadig_ to mount his Beast, tho' ready to drop into the Earth. He had but one trusty Servant to attend him, and _Cador_, overwhelm'd with Grief, soon lost Sight of his dearly beloved Friend.