The day book. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 1857-1867, 1860-03-17


to the tent of Dione, and fonnd the Sor-
ceress up, and seemingly awaiting the ar
rival of some one. She was strange
looking creature, and might have served
as model for any artist who would pic
ture witch to the lite. Dione was
Spanish Gitano, and she had brought
with her from the sunny South many an
item of mystic lore before unknown
among the English Gipsies.
When Fabian had told Dione his story
she rocked herself to aud fro, and NUT
tered, $50 soonl so soonl" and then war;
ming the youth to be on his guard, she
dismissed him, with promise to COM
municate some important secrets to him
on the morrow, and plan for his and Elec-
tra's future safety.
Mohammed and Gonedebald soon
learned, through their spies, that Trogus
was in his tent; and the king at once sent
for him. On being questioned, Trogus
told his story to the astounded plotters,
who raved with fury on learning the is
sue of their attempt upon our hero's life.
They soon bent Trogus to their wishes by
mingled threats and promises, and his
cue having been given to him, three Clip
sizes were sent to bring Fabian to the
kings apartment.
Mohammed ana Gondebald were i'll at
ease. The latter feared that unless he
should be able to bestow Electra upon
the king, he himself would never be per-
mitted to take the fascinating Leda to
wife; and this unexpected escape and re-
turn OF Fabian periled all his dearest
hopes. The king, however, had deeper
cause fordisquiet and greater reason to
fear Fabian, than resulted from our hero's
love for and influence over Electra
Done had whispered strange things in
his aar, and her mystic warnings had
caused him to tremble. OF these things
he could not speak to Gondebald, but
treasured them in his own dark breast,
and tried to assume look of easy assu-
rance, and spoke words of arrogant con-
tidence; hut ere he could prolong his re-
marks, the door was opened and our hero
WAS led into the apartment by the three
ruffians who had been sent for him.
When Fabian found himself in the
presence of the king and his captain,
there was sense of dread upon him
which he had not before experienced.-
Mohammed looked dark and threatening
his brutal face being settled into an ex-
preston Of NEST deadly meaning; while
Gondebaid, with HE sunken black eyes
and raised shoulders, looked not unlike a
cooled serpent. And then the apartment
with its dingy, ragged walls, and its dir
iy floor. with the ghostly light from tho
smoky glass of tho suspended lamp, was
not calculated to add anything like cheer
fitness to the scene. Out the youth was
not left long to ponder upon these things,
for he was led towards the large oaken
cTair in which the king sat, who address
sed him without much hesitation:
SONY fine master FABIAN, you have
had quite an adventurel' This was spok-
en- in sarcastic tone, and with The teeth
closed. Our hero looked up:
my lord" he said. using the form of
address which was common among tho
gipsies when addressing their ruler elf
you have any accusation to make, will
you make it at once, for | would know
whereof | am accused"
"Thou shalt hear right quickly" re-
piled Mohammed; and as he spoke he
cast his eyes over the room, as though he
would assure himself that all present
might be trusted. Gondebald stood at
his right hand; while farther away, be-
hind the prisoner, were the three men
who had conducted the latter from his
tent. They were Saul, Jasper, and AN
hardened wretches, who
were bound to the will of their master, as
though they had been mere machines of
torture in his hands. "Listen," the king
"and answer me truly: Did'st
thou not STAY our faithful servant,
Gower?',
~ did shoot him; but twas in self
defence" "Beware, sirl Don't and false
hood to your other crimes! Let Trogus be
called"
In few moments the wounded gypsy
was brought in. He seemed to be in
great pain, but he bore himself as brave
ly as possible before the king. Once he
looked towards the prisoner; but it was
only fmtive glance, and was not repeat
ed.
"Trogus," spoke Mohommed, "you
have been called to give us your evidence
this youths doings tonight.
Let us hear your story. And, mind that
you give us the facts as they are. :"
When our hero saw how Trogus
avoided his gaze, and how he trembled,
he knew that the forthcoming story had
been already arranged.
"My lord" commenced the wounded
lillian, "you know you sent Cover and
II yself to conduct Fabian to Atherstone.
Ne started as you directed. When