"
In the first ebullition of his fury Vathek resolved to make a skeleton of
Alboufaki, and to stuff the skins of Carathis and her blacks; but the
ideas of the Giaour, the palace of Istakar, the sabres and the talismans,
flashing before his imagination with the simultaneousness of lightning,
he became more moderate, and said to his mother, in a civil but decisive
tone: "Dread lady! you shall be obeyed, but I will not drown Nouronihar;
she is sweeter to me than a Myrabolan comfit, and is enamoured of
carbuncles, especially that of Giamschid, which hath also been promised
to be conferred upon her; she therefore shall go along with us, for I
intend to repose with her beneath the canopies of Soliman; I can sleep no
more without her."
"Be it so!" replied Carathis, alighting, and at the same time committing
Alboufaki to the charge of her women.
Nouronihar, who had not yet quitted her hold, began to take courage, and
said, with an accent of fondness to the Caliph: "Dear Sovereign of my
soul! I will follow thee, if it be thy will, beyond the Kaf in the land
of the Afrits; I will not hesitate to climb for thee the nest of the
Simurgh, who, this lady excepted, is the most awful of created
existences.
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