And if ever the thing of which that fellow has spoken should come to pass--do you hear ?--in the hour wherein it befalls--Allah preserve me!--in that hour draw a warrant on the Kaid of Shawan and seal it with my seal--are you listening ?--a warrant to put every man, woman, and child to the sword.
Ya Allah! Allah! We will deal with these spies of Abd er-Rahman! So shall there be mourning at my burial--Holy Saints! Holy Saints!--mourning, I say, among them that look for joy at my death." Thus in a quaking voice, sometimes whispering, and again breaking into loud exclamations, Ben Aboo in his terror poured his broken words into Israel's ear.
Israel made no answer.

His eyes had become dim--he scarcely saw the walls of the place wherein they stood.

His ears had become dense--he scarcely heard the voice of Ben Aboo, though the Kaid's hot breath was beating upon his cheek.

But through the haze he saw the shadow of one figure tramping furiously to and fro, and through the thick air the voice of another figure came muffled and harsh.

For Katrina, having chased away with smiles the evil looks of Ben Aboo, had turned to Israel and was saying-- "What is this I hear of your beautiful daughter--this Naomi of yours--that she has recovered her speech and hearing! When did that happen, pray?
No answer?
Ah, I see, you are tired of the deception.