ABSTRACT
This chapter reproduces the text from Chapter XIII of Ada Reis, Volume 1. Blessing herself and conjuring up in her mind every charm and prayer she could collect in her memory, from the superstition of every country of which she ever had heard, Shaffou Paca remounted her mule, and began to trot homewards, notwithstanding her great inclination to sleep. Pasha’s son, the Bey, had come to know the state of Fiormonda’s health. The song of ‘Loo, loo,’ was distinctly heard. The Bey was accompanied by only one attendant, his favourite Mameluke, and his horse seemed almost exhausted with fatigue. Ada Reis, who had heard that the Bey was gone out against the Arabs, was astonished at his so swift return; but when the beautiful stranger appeared before him, he started, for in a moment he saw that it was not the Bey, but that it was Kabkarra.
