milk-white Arab horses, richly caparisoned; their saddles and bridles being profusely ornamented with diamonds and other gems, and their shoes being made of pure gold; several boxes of rare and costly jewels; six women-slaves with skins of the most beautiful ebony tint; a number of black-maned lions, several parrots, and a few monkeys.
"Your highness is resolved to please the Sultan by means of variety," observed the consul, with a smile, after commenting on the gift in detail.
"That," replied Achmet, "would have little power to please if the jewels were not numerous and costly. But happily our treasury can afford it, although we have not been very successful in war of late."
He looked at the consul with a sly smile as he spoke, but the latter deemed it wise to be lost in admiration of some of the jewels in question.
After examining the "present," the consul retired, and Achmet went to his private apartments to enjoy a cup of coffee and a pipe.
The room in which he sat was similar to that already described as being the reception-room of the bridal party, only the decorations were if possible more elaborate and sumptuous. Here, seated on rich cushions, with, not his most beautiful but, his wisest wife beside him, Achmet—once a petty officer of janissaries—gave himself up to the enjoyment of the hour. Christian slaves—once the
