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King Osman’s Friends. 129
Maltos offered him protection, and immediately
had a splendid bedroom arranged for his friend the
king, who said good night to his betrothed, and
retired to his chamber, to the threshold of which he
was accompanied by Maltos, who solemnly protested
that with him he was safe, and that he would rather
give his own life than that a hair on the head of
his royal friend should be touched.
Osman was very tired, and threw himself as he
was on the bed, and fell asleep immediately. He
awoke in the middle of the night, and as sleep
refused to close his eyelids, he arose and went to
the window, to inhale the cool balmy air from the
garden.
“I thank Heaven that my beloved ones have
remained faithful to me,’ said Osman, and knelt
down to pray for his true friends; but at this
moment he was interrupted by the door being
softly opened. He listened with astonishment to
the whispering voices of Maltos and Zirma, but
his surprise was changed to horror when he heard
their words.
“Do not fear, daughter; the point of the dagger
is poisoned, and he will die without even stirring,”
whispered Maltos.
“But, father, he loved me so tenderly.”
“Console yourself, for the reward is to be
chosen by myself; I shall claim that the new
king makes you his bride, though I dare say he
will do that without my asking, as you are so
beautiful.”
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