Ha, yes. Very good of you.
Ali [advancing, handing trinket]
Protector of the Just, my offering.
Hush. It is beyond price. I am not bidden to sell it. I was in my extremity, but I was not bidden to sell it. It is a token of gratitude, a gift, as it came to me.
As it came to you?
Yes, it was given me.
I see. Then you had given somebody what you call rivers of gold?
Not gold; it was in Sahara.
O, and what do you give in the Sahara instead of gold?
I see. You got it for a glass of water, like.
And—and what happened?
I wouldn’t take his only crystal, dear. It’s a nice little thing, but [to Ali], but you think a lot of it, don’t you?
But look here, what does it do?
He that taketh this crystal, so, in his hand, at night, and wishes, saying “At a certain hour let it be”; the hour comes and he will go back eight, ten, even twelve years if he will, into the past, and do a thing again, or act otherwise than he did. The day passes; the ten years are accomplished once again; he is here once more; but he is what he might have become had he done that one thing otherwise.
I—I don’t understand.
To-night you wish. All to-morrow you live the last ten years; a new way, master, a new way, how you please. To-morrow night you are here, what those years have made you.