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128 Chit-Chat by Puck.
vessels to effect my escape with; neither, I am
sure, you will deny me?”
“My dear friend, we will sacrifice everything for
you, but the displeasure of our new king. ....
Instead of the guests shunning the king, as at first,
they now all crowded round him, and with many
protestations of what they “would do,” politely
hustled the poor king out at the door, which the
host instantly barred and locked, and after this the
dancing and mirth became more uproarious even
than it had been before.
Osman sighed deeply on reaching the garden, and
said, “Far better was the watchman’s open confes-
sion, ‘What is the use of a beggar’s friendship?’ than
these fawning hypocrites, who with lying professions
of friendship drive me away from their noisy feast.”
Osman left the garden and soon reached Maltos’
palace. He ascended the spacious marble stairs and
entered the hall, where Maltos was seated, and by
him Zirma.
“You, my Zirma, and you, my best, my faithful
friend!” the king called out, and opened his arms
for both, and soon they were both folded in his
loving embrace.
Osman then told them the same story which he
had told his friends at the banquet, and added that
he was proclaimed an outlaw, and that the new
king had promised that any one who delivered the
head of the fugitive should be made his prime
minister, and be granted beside any other reward
of his own choice.
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