Upon this were placed at random several silver bowls, mere hemispheres without feet, remaining in a convenient position by their own weight.

One of these contained snowy rice, in that perfectly dry but tender state dear to the taste of Orientals, in another there was a savoury, steaming mess of tender capon, chopped in pieces with spices and aromatic herbs, a third contained a pure white curd of milk, and a fourth was heaped up with rare fruits.

A flagon of Bohemian glass, clear and bright as rock-crystal, and covered with very beautiful traceries of black and gold, with a drinking-vessel of the same design, stood upon the table beside the platter.
"My simple meal," said Keyork, spreading out his hands, and smiling pleasantly.

"You will share it with me.

There will be enough for two." "So far as I am concerned, I should say so," the Wanderer answered with a smile.