"I never had a father.

I have now no people; a little while, and I shall have no country.

Am I never to have a friend ?" "A friend! what king ever had ?" returned Almamen, drily.
"Away, man--away!" cried Boabdil, as the impatient spirit of his rank and race shot dangerous fire from his eyes; "your cold and bloodless wisdom freezes up all the veins of my manhood! Glory, confidence, human sympathy, and feeling--your counsels annihilate them all.

Leave me! I would be alone." "We meet to-morrow, at midnight, mighty Boabdil," said Almamen, with his usual unmoved and passionless tones.

"May the king live for ever." The king turned; but his monitor had already disappeared.