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That was all.
Then I will ask him. Have you any other fancy?
Not now, John.
Then go, Miralda.
Go?
Yes.
Why?
Because I command it.
Because you command it?
Yes, I, the Shereef Al Shaldomir.
Very well.
[Exit L.
He walks to the door to see that she is really gone. He comes back to centre and stands with back to audience, pulling a cord quietly from his pocket and arranging it.
He moves half left and comes up behind Bazzalol. Suddenly he slips the cord over BAZZALOL’s head, and tightens it round his neck.]
[Bazzalol flops on his knees.
Thoothoobaba goes on fanning.]
Speak!
[Bazzalol is silent.
John tightens it more. Thoothoobaba
goes on quietly fanning.]
I cannot.
If you would speak, raise your left hand. If you raise your left hand and do not speak you shall die.
[Bazzalol is silent. John tightens more. Bazzalol raises his great flabby left hand high. John releases the cord. Bazzalol blinks and moves his mouth.]
Gracious Shereef, one visited the great lady and gave us gold, saying, “Speak not.”
When?
Great master, one hour since.
John [a little viciously]
Who?
O heaven-sent, he was Hafiz el Alcolahn.
Give me the gold.
[Bazzalol gives it.]
[To Thoothoobaba.] Give me the gold.
Master, none gave me gold.
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