Do pray let me dress your hair! It is like silk from Tyre, like a swan's breast, like golden star-beams--there, it is fixed safely! Nay, leave it so.

If the seven Hathors could see you, they would be jealous, for you are fairer than all of them." "How you flatter!" said Uarda, shyly blushing, and looking into his sparkling eyes.
"Uarda," said the prince, pressing her hand to his heart.

"I have now but one wish.

Feel how my heart hammers and beats.

I believe it will never rest again till you--yes, Uarda--till you let me give you one, only one, kiss." The girl drew back.
"Now," she said seriously.