The King's Talisman — page 181: what you’re looking at

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172 PEERING 5: TALISMAN. not surprised at what you see. Remember what I told you, when you asked me upon the desert concerning our preserver;} I knew that none save the son could so resemble the king’s portrait which hangs in your father’s hall. Courage, cour- age, Selina.” Al-Bassa had embraced his daughter, the youthful mon- arch had pressed her to his bosom, and then seated her on his throne. ‘‘ Friends,” said he, as he turned his happy gaze from his betrothed to his joyful subjects, ‘‘ behold your queen— the daughter of Al-Bassa—the beautiful, the good Selina!” ‘The KING and his QUEEN! God bless them both!” swelled in the air from a host of thankful hearts. But the end was not yet, for ere the sound died away, a messenger entered and informed the king bik a stranger demanded admittance. «¢Then let him come,” Noureddin said. In a moment more, the form of Marmiel, the Arab chief, stalked proudly into the hall, and at his back a hundred stalwart followers. ‘‘Noureddin,” pronounced Marmiel, in a strong, clear voice, ‘I told thee if you ever had need of my arm it should be yours; and who more needs the strong arm of his people than their king. Toa tyrant I will never bow; but to thee, just and good Noureddin and your fair consort, I offer my humble sword.” As the Arab chieftain spoke, he fell on his knees, and his © voice went forth in a heartfelt shout of loyal joy, which was. caught up by the multitude who earoneed the hall, as they echoed back the joyous cry. [THE END. | Gomichboo cS (E(o)