I will not.
[He walks up and down in front of the two Nubians in silence. She plucks petulantly at a pillow. She suddenly calms herself. A light comes into her eyes. The Nubians go on fanning. John goes on pacing.]
John, John, I have forgotten my foolish fancies.
I am glad of it.
I do not really wish you to kill Daoud.
John [same voice]
I’m glad you don’t.
I have only one fancy now, John.
Well, what is it?
Give a banquet, John. I want you to give a banquet.
A banquet? Why?
Is there any harm in my fancy?
Then if I may not be a queen, and if you will not kill Daoud for me, give a banquet, John. There is no harm in a banquet.
Very well. When do you want it?
To-morrow, John. Bid all the great ones to it, all the illustrious ones in Al Shaldomir.
And bid Daoud come.
Daoud? You asked me to kill him.
I do not wish that any longer, John.
You have queer moods, Miralda.
May I not change my moods, John?
I don’t know. I don’t understand them.
And ask Hafiz el Alcolahn, John.
I don’t know, John. It was just my fancy.
Your fancy, eh?