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Your Majesty.

King:
O-ho. More work for an unhappy King.

Zabra:
Iktra is pacified.

King:
Is pacified?

Zabra:
It happened suddenly. The men of Iktra met with a few
of your Majesty's fighting men and an arrow chanced to
kill the leader of the revolt, and therefore the mob
fled away although they were many, and they have all
cried for three hours, "Great is the King!"

King:
I will even yet see Mecca and the dreamed-of tents of
the Arabs. I will go down now into the golden sands,
I --

Chamberlain:
Your Majesty --

King:
In a few years I will return to you.

Chamberlain:
Your Majesty, it cannot be. We could not govern the
people for more than a year. They would say, "The King
is dead, the King --"

King:
Then I will return in a year. In one year only.

Chamberlain:
It is a long time, your Majesty.

King:
I will return at noon a year from to-day.

Chamberlain:
But, your Majesty, a princess is being sent for from
Tharba.

King:
I thought one was coming from Karshish.