Bhanavar threw aside her outer robe and veil, and appeared in a dress of sumptuous blue, spotted with gold bees; her face veiled with a veil of gauzy silver, and she was as the moon in summer heavens, and strode majestically forward, saying, 'The jewels? 'tis but one. Behold!'
The lamps were extinguished, and in her hand was the glory of the Serpent Jewel, no other light save it in the vaulted chamber.
So the old miser perked his chin and brows, and cried wondering, 'I know it, this Jewel, O my mistress.'
She turned to the Vizier, and said, lifting the red gloom of the Jewel on him, 'And thou?'
Aswarak ate his under-lip.
Then she cried, 'There's much ye know in common, ye two.'
Thereupon Bhanavar passed from the feast on to the centre of the vault, and stood before the tomb of Almeryl, and drew the cloth from it; and they saw by the glow of the Jewel that it was a tomb. When she had mounted some steps at the side of the tomb, she beckoned them to come, crying, in a voice of sobs, 'This which is here, likewise ye may know.'
So they came with the coldness of a mystery in their blood, and looked as she looked intently over the tomb. The lid was of glass, and through the glass of the lid the Jewel flung a dark rosy ray on the body of Almeryl lying beneath it.
Now, the miser was perplexed at the sight; but Aswarak stepped backward in defiance, bellowing, ''Twas for this I was tricked to come here! Is't fooling me a second time? By Allah! look to it; not a second time will Aswarak be fooled.'
Then she ran to him, and exclaimed, 'Fooled? For what cam'st thou to me?'
