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He
led
off
the
first
charade
.
A
Turkish
officer
with
an
immense
plume
of
feathers
(
the
Janizaries
were
supposed
to
be
still
in
existence
,
and
the
tarboosh
had
not
as
yet
displaced
the
ancient
and
majestic
head-dress
of
the
true
believers
)
was
seen
couched
on
a
divan
,
and
making
believe
to
puff
at
a
narghile
,
in
which
,
however
,
for
the
sake
of
the
ladies
,
only
a
fragrant
pastille
was
allowed
to
smoke
.
The
Turkish
dignitary
yawns
and
expresses
signs
of
weariness
and
idleness
.
He
claps
his
hands
and
Mesrour
the
Nubian
appears
,
with
bare
arms
,
bangles
,
yataghans
,
and
every
Eastern
ornament
--
gaunt
,
tall
,
and
hideous
.
He
makes
a
salaam
before
my
lord
the
Aga
.
A
thrill
of
terror
and
delight
runs
through
the
assembly
.
The
ladies
whisper
to
one
another
.
The
black
slave
was
given
to
Bedwin
Sands
by
an
Egyptian
pasha
in
exchange
for
three
dozen
of
Maraschino
.
He
has
sewn
up
ever
so
many
odalisques
in
sacks
and
tilted
them
into
the
Nile
.
"
Bid
the
slave-merchant
enter
,
"
says
the
Turkish
voluptuary
with
a
wave
of
his
hand
.
Mesrour
conducts
the
slave-merchant
into
my
lord
's
presence
;
he
brings
a
veiled
female
with
him
.
He
removes
the
veil
.
A
thrill
of
applause
bursts
through
the
house
.
It
is
Mrs.
Winkworth
(
she
was
a
Miss
Absolom
)
with
the
beautiful
eyes
and
hair
.
She
is
in
a
gorgeous
oriental
costume
;
the
black
braided
locks
are
twined
with
innumerable
jewels
;
her
dress
is
covered
over
with
gold
piastres
.
The
odious
Mahometan
expresses
himself
charmed
by
her
beauty
.
She
falls
down
on
her
knees
and
entreats
him
to
restore
her
to
the
mountains
where
she
was
born
,
and
where
her
Circassian
lover
is
still
deploring
the
absence
of
his
Zuleikah
.
No
entreaties
will
move
the
obdurate
Hassan
.
He
laughs
at
the
notion
of
the
Circassian
bridegroom
.
Zuleikah
covers
her
face
with
her
hands
and
drops
down
in
an
attitude
of
the
most
beautiful
despair
.
There
seems
to
be
no
hope
for
her
,
when
--
when
the
Kislar
Aga
appears
.
The
Kislar
Aga
brings
a
letter
from
the
Sultan
.
Hassan
receives
and
places
on
his
head
the
dread
firman
.
A
ghastly
terror
seizes
him
,
while
on
the
Negro
's
face
(
it
is
Mesrour
again
in
another
costume
)
appears
a
ghastly
joy
.
"
Mercy
!
mercy
!
"
cries
the
Pasha
:
while
the
Kislar
Aga
,
grinning
horribly
,
pulls
out
--
a
bow-string
.
The
curtain
draws
just
as
he
is
going
to
use
that
awful
weapon
.
Hassan
from
within
bawls
out
,
"
First
two
syllables
"
--
and
Mrs.
Rawdon
Crawley
,
who
is
going
to
act
in
the
charade
,
comes
forward
and
compliments
Mrs.
Winkworth
on
the
admirable
taste
and
beauty
of
her
costume
.
The
second
part
of
the
charade
takes
place
.
It
is
still
an
Eastern
scene
.
Hassan
,
in
another
dress
,
is
in
an
attitude
by
Zuleikah
,
who
is
perfectly
reconciled
to
him
.
The
Kislar
Aga
has
become
a
peaceful
black
slave
.
It
is
sunrise
on
the
desert
,
and
the
Turks
turn
their
heads
eastwards
and
bow
to
the
sand
.
As
there
are
no
dromedaries
at
hand
,
the
band
facetiously
plays
"
The
Camels
are
coming
.
"
An
enormous
Egyptian
head
figures
in
the
scene
.
It
is
a
musical
one
--
and
,
to
the
surprise
of
the
oriental
travellers
,
sings
a
comic
song
,
composed
by
Mr.
Wagg
.
The
Eastern
voyagers
go
off
dancing
,
like
Papageno
and
the
Moorish
King
in
The
Magic
Flute
.
"
Last
two
syllables
,
"
roars
the
head
.
The
last
act
opens
.
It
is
a
Grecian
tent
this
time
.
A
tall
and
stalwart
man
reposes
on
a
couch
there
.
Above
him
hang
his
helmet
and
shield
.
There
is
no
need
for
them
now
.
Ilium
is
down
.
Iphigenia
is
slain
.
Cassandra
is
a
prisoner
in
his
outer
halls
.
The
king
of
men
(
it
is
Colonel
Crawley
,
who
,
indeed
,
has
no
notion
about
the
sack
of
Ilium
or
the
conquest
of
Cassandra
)
,
the
anax
andron
is
asleep
in
his
chamber
at
Argos
.
A
lamp
casts
the
broad
shadow
of
the
sleeping
warrior
flickering
on
the
wall
--
the
sword
and
shield
of
Troy
glitter
in
its
light
.
The
band
plays
the
awful
music
of
Don
Juan
,
before
the
statue
enters
.
