There were some amongst them that cherished
vermin, which were not ungrateful in requiting their caresses. These
rambling fanatics revolted the hearts of the Dervises, the Calenders, and
Santons; however, the vehemence of their aversion soon subsided, under
the hope that the presence of the Caliph would cure their folly, and
convert them to the Mussulman faith; but, alas! how great was their
disappointment! for Vathek, instead of preaching to them, treated them as
buffoons, bade them present his compliments to Visnow and Ixhora, and
discovered a predilection for a squat old man from the isle of Serendib,
who was more ridiculous than any of the rest.
"Come!" said he, "for the love of your gods bestow a few slaps on your
chops to amuse me."
The old fellow, offended at such an address, began loudly to weep; but,
as he betrayed a villainous drivelling in his tears, the Caliph turned
his back and listened to Bababalouk, who whispered, whilst he held the
umbrella over him: "Your Majesty should be cautious of this odd assembly
which hath been collected I know not for what. Is it necessary to
exhibit such spectacles to a mighty potentate, with interludes of
Talapoins more mangy than dogs? Were I you, I would command a fire to be
kindled, and at once purge the earth of the Emir, his harem, and all his
menagerie.
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