Metem tried it, and whispered:-- "She has kept her word; it is unlocked.

Now enter to your love-tryst, holy Issachar." "Do you not come with us ?" asked the Levite.
"No, I am too old for such adventures.

Listen, I go to make ready.
Within an hour the mules with the prince's bodyguard will stand in the archway near the small gate of the palace, for by now the baggage and its escort await us a day's march from this accursed city.

Will you meet me there?
No; I think it is best that I should come to your chambers to fetch you, and, I pray you, let there be no delay, for it is dangerous in many ways.

When once the prince has done with his tender interview, and wiped away his tears, there should be nothing to stay him, since the farewell cup with Sakon has been already drunk.