Part 20 (1/2)

”No,” said Layelah, sweetly, ”they cannot marry one another, but Almah may marry dear papa, and then you and I can be married, and it will be all very nice indeed.”

At this I started away.

”No,” said I, indignantly, ”it won't be nice. I'm engaged to be married to Almah, and I'm not going to give her up.”

”Oh, but she gives you up, you know,” said Layelah, quietly.

”Well, but I'm not going to be given up.”

”Why, how unreasonable you are, you foolish boy!” said Layelah, in her most caressing manner. ”You have nothing at all to do with it.”

At this I was in fresh despair, and then a new thought came, which I seized upon.

”See here,” said I, ”why can't I marry both of you? I'm engaged to Almah, and I love her better than all the world. Let me marry her and you too.”

At this Layelah laughed long and merrily. Peal after peal of laughter, musical and most merry, burst from her. It was contagious; I could not help joining in, and so we both sat laughing. It was a long time before we regained our self-control.

”Why, that's downright bigamy!” exclaimed Layelah with fresh laughter.

”Why, Atam-or, you're mad!” and so she went off again in fresh peals of laughter. It was evident that my proposal was not at all shocking, but simply comical, ridiculous, and inconceivable in its absurdity. It was to her what the remark of some despairing beauty would be among us who, when pressed by two lovers should express a confused willingness to marry both. It was evident that Layelah accepted it as a ludicrous jest.

Laughter was all very well, of course; but I was serious and felt that I ought not to part with Layelah without some better understanding, and so I once more made an effort.

”All this,” said I, in a mournful tone, ”is a mere mockery. What have I to say about love and marriage? If you loved me as you say, you would not laugh, but weep. You forget what I am. What am I? A victim, and doomed--doomed to a hideous fate--a fate of horror unutterable.

You cannot even begin to imagine the anguish with which I look forward to that fate which impends over me and Almah. Marriage--idle word!

What have I to do with marriage? What has Almah? There is only one marriage before us--the dread marriage with death! Why talk of love to the dying? The tremendous ordeal, the sacrifice, is before us and after that there remains the hideous Mista Kosek!”

At this Layelah sprang up, with her whole face and att.i.tude full of life and energy.

”I know, I know,” said she, quickly; ”I have arranged for all. Your life shall be saved. Do you think that I have consented to your death?

Never! You are mine. I will save you. I will show you what we can do.

You shall escape.”

”Can you really save me?” I cried.

”I can.”

”What! in spite of the whole nation?”

Layelah laughed scornfully.

”I can save you,” said she. ”We can fly. There are other nations beside ours. We can find some land among the Gojin where we can live in peace. The Gojin are not like us.”

”But Almah?” said I.

The face of Layelah clouded.

”I can only save you,” said she.