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64 Roam out beyond the Jewel Gate Pass "

She cut off her song on a high note, in midair. She looked at the Princess who lay on a canopied couch; turned to Zemzem, another slave girl, an Arab entirely devoted to her mistress; put a finger to her lips.

"The Heaven-Born sleeps," she whispered; and the two slaves stepped softly from the apartment, the sounds of lute and song growing fainter and fainter:

The trembling cadences receded and Ahmed rose, the string of pearls in his hand.

"Charming!" he thought, for he had a pretty taste in music. "Let us see if I, the Thief of Bagdad, am thief enough to steal a look at the singer!"

He left the hall. He leaped up a flight of