as before a potentate; then will the people inquire of ye, Who 'tis ye marshal, and what mighty one? and ye will answer, He's from the court of Shiraz,—nothing less than a Vizier—bearing homage to Shagpat, even this dish of pomegranate grain.'
So they said, 'To hear is to obey.'
Upon that he waved his hand and stalked majestically, and they descended from the roof into the street, criers running in front to clear the way. When Baba Mustapha was hidden from view by a corner of the street, Noorna shrank in her white shoulders and laughed, and was like a flashing pearl as she swayed and dimpled with laughter. And she cried, 'True are those words of the poet, and I testify to them in the instance of Baba Mustapha:
"With feathers of the cock, I'll fashion a vain creature;
With feathers of the owl, I'll make a judge in feature";
Is not the barber elate and lofty? He goeth forth to the mastery of this Event as go many, armed with nought other than their own conceit: and 'tis written:
"Fools from their fate seek not to urge:
The coxcomb carrieth his scourge."'
So Feshnavat smoothed his face, and said, 'Is't not also written?—
"Oft may the fall of fools make wise men moan!
Too often hangs the house on one loose stone!"
'Tis so, O Noorna, my daughter, and I am as a reed shaken by the wind of apprehensiveness, and doubt in me is a deep root as to the issue of this undertaking, for the wrath of the King will be terrible, and the clamour of the people soundeth in my ears already. If Shibli Bagarag fail in one stroke, where be we? 'Tis certain I knew not the might
