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THE KING’ S TALISMAN. 171 but among them all there were none more bowed down with the heart’s full weight of gratitude than were those twelve Egyptians, who saw intheir new king the blessed savior of their lives. Sta G * * * * * “‘Come, Modad,” said Nabal, as the people began to fol- low the youthful monarch from the amphitheater, “‘ the people are going, and we must: follow. It is an unpleasant - duty, but it must be done.” As the centurion spoke, he placed his hand upon the arm of the fallen man; but Modad moved not at the summons. His eyes were fixed with a vacant, glassy stare upon the spot where had stood Noureddin, and where had flashed the King’s Talisman. Noureddin bent forward and gazed into the ex-monarch’s face; he laid his hand upon the uncrowned brow, andit was cold and clammy. The centurion felt a cold shudder creeping through his frame; the people had gone, and he and his soldiers were left alone with the dead! * * * * * * * «“Come, lady,” said Ahab, as he entered the room where sat Selina and her attendant; ‘‘ the king desires your pres- ence.” ‘¢What is the monarch’s will?” asked the poor girl. ‘‘T know not—but come.” As Ahab spoke, he took the maiden’s hand and led her away, while Miriam instinctively followed. Slowly and fearfully Selina approached the vast hall of audience, and as the purple curtains were drawn aside, she started at the glittering throng of armed knights and noble gentlemen. With a cold shudder her eyes sought the royal throne; but as her gaze rested for an instant there, a wild, burning thrill sent the warm blood up from her bounding heart. He whom she loved sat on the throne, and beside him stood her father and Ali Kinah, the corn-seller. ‘‘ Courage, courage,” whispered the gentle Miriam, ‘* Ba Eomichooks.¢co