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Dearest Sylvia,

we arrived
here this morning

after a most
melancholy journey.

Never shall I forget
the picture of despair

poor Henry
exhibited when we parted.

Do all in your power to
comfort your dear brother,

my beloved
fiancée.

Tell him, although I obey my
mother's and my uncle's wishes,

still my heart in every
climb will be true to him.

Oh Sylvia, how cruel
is the sacrifice exacted

in our obedience
to our parents.

To become
my uncle's heir

I must journey to
this distant India,

I am torn from
all I hold dear,

my mother,
my lover,

my friend.

- Heaven only knows how
fondly I dwell on the prospect

of becoming the
wife of your dear brother.

You may guess, but I pray
you may never feel the anguish

caused by
such a separation,

but it is
decided

I can only supplicate
heaven for a speedy return.

I must hasten for even
now, I hear my good Eliza

and the porters coming
to fetch our luggage.

- Mistress?
- Come in, Eliza.

- Oh Miss Barlow, it's time,
we sail within the hour.

The men wait
without for our luggage.

- I know, dear
Eliza, one minute more.

I must conclude my letter
to Miss Carey in London

and then we
shall depart.

- Must you go?

- Sweet girl
would that I could,

but one must always
respond to the call of duty.

Remember,
Eliza, while it is true

that rank brings privilege,
it also endows responsibility.

Now go and
summon the men

and I will conclude
my letter to Miss Sylvia.

Adieu my
dear Sylvia, a long adieu.

The boat waits to convey us
on board at the Motherbank,

as the
captain calls it.

Farewell Sylvia,

comfort
poor Henry.

When I
think of him,

I feel what it is
impossible to describe.

Your unhappy
friend, Emily Barlow.

A messenger
from Ali, Dey of Algiers

bearing a letter for Muzra,
the munificent Bey of Tunis.

- Muzra, thy
friend Ali greets thee

with ten thousand
thanks for thy late present.

I allude to the
Grecian maid,

for so
she was.

The bearer of this
dispatch has the care of a pair

of beautiful stallions,
which I lately captured

from a tribe of Askulites
who foolishly had made

an inroad into my
territories from the desert.

I came upon
them by surprise

and properly
chastised their presumption.

Not more than a hundred
escaped out of two thousand.

Indeed I was in no
humor to spare them.

They having disturbed
me in a scene of pleasure

for which there
could be no pardon.

How dare these unwashed,
uncouth nomad knaves

disturb the thousand
and one nights of the Dey?

Muzra, my
friend, they did

and dearly they
paid for their error.

But more of
this hereafter.

The Grecian slave,
I rejoice to say again,

I found a
pure maid.

- Mm.

Her virginity
I sacrificed

to the Beiram feast
of our Holy Prophet.

To cull her
sweet flower

I was obliged to infuse
an opiate in her coffee.

Again and again I
thank you for the present.

Her beauties are
indeed luxurious.

Mm.

In her soft embrace
I find a sure solace

for my
anxieties of state.

Mm.

But how
strange it is, Muzra,

that these slaves whose
destinies depend on our will,

rarely give that fervent
return to our pleasure,

absolutely necessary

to the true voluptuous
energy of enjoyment.

It is true, nature will
always exert its power

over the
softest sex,

and they frequently
give way to its excitement.

But the pleasure they
experience is merely animal.

Thus it is
with Zelia,

so I have
named your present,

and even in the
height of our ecstasies,

a cloud seems to hang on
her beauteous countenance,

clearly indicating that
it is nature, not love

that creates
her transport.

Ah, this knowledge
considerably diminishes

the enjoyment her
beauties afford me,

yet still she
has become

extremely necessary
to my pleasures.

Although the novelty of
her charms has gone by

the certainty of having
cropped her virgin rose

has created a lasting
interest in my bosom,

which the dissolving
luster and modest

bashful expression of
her eyes daily increases.

Indeed, her charms
frequently entice me

from the arms of another
beauty, who I may say for these

last two months I
have continually enjoyed

without the least
abatement of my ardor.

True, this Greek maid
has particular charms,

but she only serves as
the whetstone to the knife

and sends me back to the
embraces of my English slave

with redoubled
vigor and zest.

In my next dispatch, I
will give you an account

of my becoming
possessed of this girl,

who has so enchanted
thy friend's desires.

May our prophet have
thee in his holy keeping.

Algiers, July 24, 1814.

Dearest Sylvia, I think I see
the expression of surprise

on receiving my letter
dated from this place.

Oh God, Sylvia, to
what a wretched fate

has the intended
kindness of my uncle

devoted your miserable,
unfortunate friend.

Pity me Sylvia,
pity my wretchedness.

You have no doubt heard
of the cruel treatment

experienced by
females who are unfortunate

to fall into the power
of these barbarous Turks,

Particularly those who have
any pretensions to beauty.

But it is utterly
impossible for you, Sylvia,

to conjecture anything like
my sufferings since we parted.

Pity me, my dear friend,
my tears blot out the words

nearly as quick
as I write them.

Oh God,
Sylvia,

I have no longer
claim to chastity.

Surely never, never,
never was poor maid

so unfeelingly
deprived of her virtue.

The very day the accursed
pirate brought me to this place,

did the Dey, with cruel force
in spite of my entreaties,

screams and supplications,
deprive me of my virginity.

In vain I resisted
with all the strengths

nature had bestowed
on me, it was no use.

In vain I made the harem
resound with my cries

no help or assistance came
to succor your poor friend.

Until wearied out by struggling
in defense of my innocence,

my strength at last
completely failed me

and my powerful ravisher
unrelentingly completed my undoing.

Unrelentingly
completed my undoing.

Oh Sylvia, your
poor friend is now

the polluted concubine
of this circumcised Turk.

You are no doubt anxious to
hear how I came into his power.

The story of
my ruin is short.

The day after I wrote
to you in Portsmouth,

upon losing sight of land,
I became violently seasick

so much so that I could
not even crawl upon deck.

In this state I continued
about three weeks.

One day I heard a most
unusual noise on deck

when on sending Eliza
to learn the cause of it

a mate told her the ship
was likely to be attacked

by
Moorish pirates.

You may easily guess our
terror at this information,

which turned
out to be true.

Shortly, the
discharge of the guns

with the shouts
of the combatants

informed us the work
of destruction was begun.

The firing
continued

for a considerable time
without intermission,

but on a sudden, the discharge
of our guns was discontinued.

When the uproar,
cries and groans on deck

became too horrid to
describe, or to last long.

Or to
last long.

On a sudden
everything became quiet.

But a rush we heard
coming toward the cabin,

oh too surely warned us
of our approaching captivity.

In an instant, the
door was burst open

and in rushed a crowd of
armed Turks covered with blood.

Unable to longer sustain
the various emotions,

which for the last two
hours I had been agitated,

combined with the
remains of my sickness

I fainted in
the arms of Eliza.

Upon regaining my senses, I
learned that we'd been captured

by an
Algerine corsair

the pirate Abdullah
spoke English very well.

I later learned this Barbarian
was a renegade Englishman.

Oh, my country's
great shame.

- Highness, thy captain
whom thy have honored by

so appointing, would be
immensely pleasured if thy would

accept
his humble gift.

Two English females
lately taken in the capture

of the last
infidel ship.

Oh, terrible was
my horror in this information,

my eyes
flooded with tears.

The brute of a captain, to
my tears, coolly remarked,

- Oh ho!
What tears.

Ah, if you should
happen to be a maid,

the Dey will make you
cry in another way, I guess.

Mm-hmm.

- Their names?

- Miss Emily
Barlow of London

and her
servant, Eliza Gibbs.

They were the only
two female passengers

aboard the ship
bound for India.

Thy men were consigned
to thy slave market.

- Miss
Barlow, eh?

Thy gift
pleases thy Dey.

I uh, shall
keep Miss Barlow.

To my brother
Muzra, Bey of Tunis,

I shall give
the Gibbs girl.

I entrust her safe delivery
to Muzra, to thy hands.

Lovely Christian.

When I return from the
journey I'm about to make,

I shall no doubt be able to
do justice to your charms.

Until then, I
shall order everything

for your pleasure
and amusement.

Do not indulge
yourself, lovely one,

with any vain
hopes of ransom,

for if the commander of
the faithful were to order it,

I would not
part with you.

The delicious odor
of your virgin flower

is reserved
for my enjoyment.

In a few days I shall
return and then, lovely houri,

you must resign yourself
without reluctance or coyness

to my
fierce desires.

And in return, I will teach
you such sweet pleasures

that you will
soon cease to regret

having been
thrown in my power.

- Do not
be afraid,

it is only the castle
batteries saluting the Dey.

The guns are fired
whenever he leaves the city,

he's not expected to
return for a fortnight.

Good night
Miss Barlow.

- Good night, dear friend.
Thank you for your kindness.

You cannot
imagine my terror and despair

at this
moment.

You see how I
was lulled into security

that I might
become an easy victim.

I felt assured the
Dey had left Algiers,

the firing of the
guns, the slaves' account

was all trumped up
to lull me to my ruin,

all invented to
throw me off my guard.

In short, he allowed
me no time for reflection.

My shrieks must have been
heard through the palace,

but no help was
nigh to prevent my ruin.

What could a
feeble maid like myself

effect against so
powerful an antagonist?

Nothing.

For in less time than
it takes to write this

did he forcibly
extend my thighs

and place
himself there between.

Oh God,
even now

when it
is all over,

and recomposed as I
most certainly have been,

for my sufferings, I
tremble at the bare recollection

of the dreadful
anguish I suffered

when he reduced my
chastity to a bleeding ruin.

I was a mere
child in his arms.

As to strength, he
moved and placed me

just as was
convenient to his pleasure.

I felt his hand where no male
hand had ever touched before.

Directly, he placed
his arm around my neck

and drew
my lips to his.

At this moment I was nearly
insensible to everything he did,

so much were my feelings
overcome by fear and shame.

But I was not doomed to
remain long in this state

for I quickly felt
him enforcing his way,

the fury that caused me
to scream with anguish.

My petitions, supplications
and tears were of no use.

I was on the altar,
and butcher-like

he was determined to
complete the sacrifice.

Indeed my cries
seemed only to excite him

to the finishing
of my ruin,

and kissing
my lips with fury,

he unrelentingly
rooted up all obstacles

my virginity
offered.

I could bear the
dreadful torment no longer.

I sunk insensibly into the
arms of my cruel ravisher,

his every movement
was accompanied by--

- Delicious creature.

Holy Mahomet,
I thank thee.

Oh Ali, who
would be without it.

There,

there,

sweet infidel.

And many other
words in the Turkish language,

which I did not
understand, until his fury

became so cruelly teasing
that I a second time fainted.

I did not awake
from the refreshing sleep

I so soundly fell into,
until late the next morning.

Upon attempting to rise,
I found I was unable from

the dreadful
stiffness of the parts.

The slaves, Zelia and
Honoria, assisted me to rise,

bathed and fed and
comforted me through the day.

I learned
that the Dey

was not expected to
return for some time.

- Thank God.

By nightfall
I had managed to regain

some of
my composure.

And after a light
dinner served by Honoria,

I was quite content
and ready to retire.

I had just
shut my eyes

when I felt his
fierce kisses on my face,

and soon reasoned my second
martyrdom was about to commence.

You may be assured from what
I have already described of him

that I had
nothing to expect

from supplication
or entreaties.

Still I did not
fail to use them,

supported by
torrents of tears.

These he paid
no attention to,

but crushed me
to his naked chest.

Called me
foolish and silly

to make such
opposition to his pleasures.

- Reason a little.

Consider the
indispensable necessity

that all loving creatures
like yourself are under

to lose the sweet flower I
so lately gathered from you,

which seems
so dear to you.

Consider the great end that
nature has created you for.

Lose over those
unavailing tears,

which only delay your
tasting of the sweetest joys.

Then you talk
about your virtue.

Pray, can you tell
me in what it consists?

Do you think if I enjoy
you against your will,

you are a bit
the more virtuous?

Or,

or is it that you're, you're
so simple as to believe

that virtue depends on any
part of your beautiful body

being a little
more or a little less?

He then made
me to understand what he meant.

Then he proceeded to
place me in a position

to satisfy
his desires.

Indeed, I found
resistance of no avail.

I cannot give
you anything

like a description
of my suffering.

It was not long, Ali was
ready to resume again.

I lay
trembling,

expecting the return
of my cruel torment,

but guess
my astonishment.

Afterwards, he
tenderly kissed me.

All his commanding
and imperiousness

had given way to respectful,
impassioned regards.

Although he still did
just what he pleased,

there was still
something in his manner

that I could not in any
way account for the change.

Spite of my
love for poor Henry,

or the repugnhance I
naturally felt against the Dey

as the violator
of my chastity,

In spite of my sufferings
in his furious embraces,

the difference of
our religions and ages

I blush
to tell it.

But I'm
obliged to own,

I felt a voluptuous
softness in his kisses,

which acted
as a balm,

soothing me for the
pains I had suffered.

You, Sylvia, who
are yet, I believe

an unexperienced
maid,

can have
no conception

of the
seductive powers

of this wonderful
instrument of nature.

This terror of virgins,
the delight of women.

Indeed, there can be
no description given

of the pure delight, I may
even say agony of enjoyment.

I was
soon taught

that it was the uncontrolled
master key of my feelings.

My trembling
quickly banished,

my confusion became
breathless astonishment,

which with the
rapidity of lightning

changed to a
respect for my enjoyer

so submissive in its nature,
that I already looked upon him

as the dispenser
of my future destiny.

And my soul became so
completely resigned to him

as securely as
he enjoyed my body.

I was totally instructed
in the softest pleasure

nature can to
participate in.

My heart, my soul, my
very being was melted.

My soul, my very
being was melted.

I swam in a sea
of thrilling delight

and enjoyment,

only known to the
young maids just escaped

from the
pangs of virginity.

With these, all my
pains and fears vanished.

The remains of my
virgin bashfulness,

the only thing that could
throw any obstacle in the way

of my joys was soon banished
by this luxurious novelty,

which so
ravishingly filled my soul

with ecstasy
and astonishment.

Although I had scarcely
summoned up courage

to look my
enjoyer in the face,

the warmth
of my caresses

and tenderness
of my Kkisses,

the voluptuous
agitation

of my
whole body,

all sufficiently
satisfied him

how firmly the
pleasure had fixed

its seductive
influence on my senses.

And in the midst
of our enjoyment,

at the very moment he
had worked my feelings

into a state of
delirium indescribable,

he suddenly
stopped his ravishing,

luxurious movements

and kissed me
with a softness

that rushed, thrilling
to my heart, said...

- Lovely houri.

Will you pardon me for
the little respect I paid you

in teaching you
the mysteries of love?

Nearly fainting with the

joy I
possessed,

I languishingly,
for the first time,

ventured to lift my eyes, full
into the face of my seducer,

but unable to bear the
brilliant luster of his eyes

I hid my
blushes in his bosom.

When he felt his pardon
sealed by a burning kiss,

this unequivocal and
tender acknowledgement

of his
power over me,

rekindled all his
nearly satisfied desires.

When, drawing my lips to
his with a gust of passion

time can never
obliterate remembrance of,

he made me feel
him in a manner

so exquisitely
touching

by such lovely
and timely degrees.

- I love you.

- In honor for his highness Ali,
the all powerful Dey of Algiers,

from Muzra, the
munificent Bey of Tunis.

A pretty
trick you have played on me.

By Mahomet's
beard it is abominable.

To look
at her,

who would
have credited it?

Such a meek-eyed,
timid-looking thing.

By Allah!

Ali, merely for
thrusting my hands

into her breasts, did
she fly into me like a tiger!

And my face was instantly
furrowed by her cursed nails,

like unto a
field new-plowed.

But I wrong
you to suppose

you could have known
what a terror she was.

If you had, you certainly
would have communicated

the character
of your present.

I may
properly say,

she
is tamed.

You shall now hear how
this little vixen was subdued.

In a few days,
my face was well,

and having given directions
that she should be treated

with every
possible respect.

This made my manner
of proceeding with her

quite unexpected.

One morning the eunuchs
conveyed her to my experiment room

where, before she could
tell what they were about,

her hands were
securely fastened together

and drawn
above her head

through a pulley
fixed in the ceiling.

There she stood,
trembling with rage,

but unable
to help herself.

I now drew a
couch toward her

and began to
inspect my little gift.

Oh Ali! What
delicious transports, ah,

What delicious
transports

shot through my veins
at the voluptuous charms

exhibited to
my ardent gaze.

Her lovely white
was her round belly

and ivory swelling,
delicate form of thighs.

What beautiful hair, soft
and smooth as cygnet down.

The time had come to finish
my little inspection of her.

I got up and
began to undress her.

She appeared nearly
choked with passion.

Her tears flowed down
her beautiful face in torrents

but her rage
was of no use.

Holy Mahomet!

What a glorious
sight she exhibited!

Beautiful breasts
finely placed,

sufficiently firm to
support themselves.

Hair, shoulders,
belly, thighs, legs.

Everything was
deliciously voluptuous.

- Soon this lovely
whiteness shall be mixed

with a
crimson blush.

Ah, Alj,
but what struck my fancy

was the
beautiful whiteness,

roundness and
swell of firm flesh

of her lovely
little posterior.

Having directed two stout
rods to be placed on the couch,

also a leather whip
with several broad lashes.

Seizing the
leather whip,

began to give
her a good flogging.

Vain were her
cries and supplications;

lash followed lash
in rapid succession.

Mind you, I
didn't want to hurt her.

After a while, I
was quite ready.

I summoned
the eunuchs.

Ali, oh Alj,
there is something

very funny
about these people.

I directed them to
untie the precious girl

and place
her on the couch.

It was accomplished
as quick as ordered.

They retire, leaving me
with my exhausted victim

to complete
the sacrifice.

Ah, there is
nothing on earth

so much enhances
the joy with me

as to know the object that
affords my pleasure, detests me,

but cannot help
satisfy my desires.

But tears and
looks of anguish

are sources of
unutterable joy to me.

I was satisfied
that she was a maid.

By Mahomet!

Europa was never
half so well un-virgined.

Although love might have
had the strength of a bull.

Ah, Ali, to know
beyond dispute

that no Christian
dog I know,

but myself have
divided these

pouty, fresh,
warm, casting and

gaping gates
of pleasure.

Indeed, it was rapturous,
rapturous beyond description.

Again and again, I drown
myself in a sea of sensual delights,

in which it
must be confessed

the sweet girl did not
appearance, participate in.

I left her, but
ordered the eunuchs

to take care of
her until my return

from an excursion I was
about to make to Bona.

In my next, I hope to
give a better account of her.

Allah be
with you.

The Greek
and Italian slave girls are

my constant
companions.

I will give you an
outline of the history

of Honoria,
the Italian.

She's a most lovely
woman, gracefully formed

and fair
as a lily.

Like myself, she was
brought here by a pirate

and given to the
Dey as part of tribute.

- Ludovico and I had
been wed only two months.

The marriage had
never been consummated

due to my dear husband
having to leave Genoa immediately

after the ceremony, on
a mission for the Duke.

Upon being ushered into
the presence of the Dey,

he informed me in, to
my great astonishment,

almost perfect Italian, that
he intended to possess me.

Then he seized me about the
waist, drawing my lips to his,

kissing me with such force
that he nearly made me faint.

The suddenness
of the attack

threw me into
extreme confusion.

He threw me
aside, got up

and called two of his eunuchs
who came in immediately.

He gave them
some orders in Turkish,

and they immediately
seized my wrists

and bent me over the
couch holding me firm.

By this time I had somewhat
recovered from my confusion.

After this menace, he seated
himself, drew me to his knees,

grabbed me about the
waist, when I then resisted.

I could not
possibly get away.

Would you
believe it?

He began to flog me in
so unmerciful a manner

that I could
not restrain screams,

of which he took not the
least notice, until he thought

he had sufficiently
punished my first offense.

He then
left off

and asked me if I would
oppose his wishes again.

- Will you
submit now, wench?

I could not
at the moment answer him

even if death had
been the consequence.

However, he
allowed me very little time.

- Now?
- But recommended

his flogg.ing
again, saying...

- Oh, you are sullen are
you? But I will subdue you.

I
was directly relieved

from the position I was in and
the eunuchs were dismissed.

When the Dey, just as
if nothing had happened,

placed himself
by my side.

- Curses on the Christian dog
that has plucked your flower!

By Ali, I would've made any
sacrifice to have possessed it.

How long have you been
joined to the uncircumcised pig?

- Only two
short months.

- Two months have these
blushes been polluted then.

Well, I must be content
with you even as you are,

indeed.

Indeed you are a
feast fit for a monarch.

Kiss me.

- And when he discovered
the truth about you?

- Holy Mahomet!
You are a maid.

Whatever is the
cause, Holy Mahomet,

I thank thee for this
unexpected treasure,

but it shall not hang long
on the stem for one to pluck.

- He then placed such
a thrilling kiss on my lips,

it then threw me into
the greatest confusion.

And by his most
luxurious movement,

fiery kisses and strange
touches of his hand,

it reduced me into the
state of insensibility.

In this way,
in one short night,

he taught me of
the nature of love's

sacred mysteries

and the great end for
which females are created.

Not long after, the Dey
told me the Duke had offered

a huge ransom
for my return,

and I could leave
Algiers whenever I wished.

- How marvelous.
When did this happen?

- About
a year ago.

A letter
for his highness Ali, the

all powerful
Dey of Algiers,

from Muzra, the
munificent Bey of Tunis!

- We need an
unlisted number.

Ah,
Ali, the English slave

has indeed been a fatal
present to your friend.

You will scarcely credit
the dreadful recompense

she has taken
for her lost virginity.

Yes Ali, nothing but
my life would satisfy her.

Doubtless her
wishes will be gratified.

For I feel life
ebbing fast from me.

I suppose that her
spirit was quite subdued,

but I little knew the
mind I had to contend with.

Or how terrible a
retribution she would exact

for my trespass
on her charms.

Several times I had
enjoyed her in the daytime,

but had not
spent a night with her.

One night,
truly fatal for me,

I ordered the eunuchs to bring
her to my sleeping apartment.

Oh, Ali, nothing
could exceed the docility

mixed with the timid
bashfulness of her behavior.

In the midst of my joys,
she clasped me to her arms,

returning my Kkisses as
ardently as they were given

and appearing to receive
as much ecstatic pleasure

as she
really gave.

But it was all deceit, to
lull me to my destruction.

Wearied by the
bliss, I sank by her side

ina
delightful slumber,

from which I was awoken
by the piercing of a knife

through my bosom.

She was leaning
over me with a savage joy

brandishing the fatal
instrument that had

already pierced
my flesh

again and again it fell
on my defenseless flesh.

Again the
knife fell, unerring.

I shouted for help.

Two of my faithful
companions answered my call.

The first paid with his life,
when he tried to seize her.

The other
overpowered her.

Weak with
loss of blood

I still had
strength enough to order

that she
should not be hurt.

To prevent any
ill usage to her

in case I
should not recover.

I have sent
her back to you.

- I can dictate no
more at present.

If 1 should
depart to paradise,

as you respect
your friend,

let no one
injure her.

Farewell. May
happiness attend you, Muzra.

May happiness
attend you, Muzra.

So
Eliza and I are reunited.

The Bey of Tunis is
recovering from his wounds.

Adieu, dear
Sylvia. Emily Barlow.

- How dare she.
She's nothing more

than a
harem slut.

- A letter addressed
to the English lady.

It arrived from
France this morning.

- Good, good.
You have done well.

Why
should you insult me

by writing in the
language you have?

Why annoy me
with an account

of the
libidinous scene

acted between
you and the beast,

whose infamous
and lustful acts

you so
particularly describe?

- Abdullah, wait.

- Oh Alj, it's been
almost twelve hours, now?

- Later, dear. But now a
letter for you has arrived.

- Hmm?

- After you have read your
letter, I will send for you.

- Oh yes,
yes, yes.

I have
to thank God the letters

fell into
my hands,

else your infamy would
have dragged another crime

on your
guilty head

by the death
of my dear brother,

who most certainly
would have fallen

under the dreadful
discovery had he

seen the
letters first.

After you sailed, Henry's
health became daily worse

and the
physicians declared

that nothing but a warmer
climate could save his life.

It was
therefore determined

to pass the summer
in the south of France.

We hired a most
delightful cottage by the sea.

Here, Henry's health
has daily improved

and we are in high hopes
of his entire recovery.

God knows
what the result will be

when he hears of
your debased situation.

I take long walks
by the sea, daily.

It is truly
lovely here.

I have instructed
the postmaster here

not to remit Henry to
receive any letters from you.

I therefore feel sure that
none of your vile letters

can fall
into his hands.

Make no delay
in letting me know

if you wish to
escape from the wretch

who thus holds
you in his thralldom.

I subscribe
myself still your friend,

if you
deserve it.

Sincerely,
Emily Barlow.

- Oh, oh, help!

- Very strange.

- What's the
matter, Miss Emily?

- A week has passed
since I've seen the Dey.

Where's the Dey? Why
hasn't he come to see me?

- I wouldn't
know, dearie,

the Dey and I don't
have too much in common.

- Good evening, my dear.
I have a surprise for you.

- Sylvia!

Well, what have you
got to say for yourself?

- It's too good
for the Christians.

- Tonight, ladies, I think we
shall try something different.

I would like all three
of you to uh, participate.

On second
thought,

our Holy Prophet
cautions us against gluttony.

Eliza, you uh, had
better remain here.

- Poor Eliza.
- Poor Eliza.

Oh, please let
her come with us, please.

It'll be such
fun, please.

- Well,

no, let's
get on with it.

- But why?
- Because dear ladies,

discretion is the
better part of valor.

- I do wonder what
dear Ali is into tonight.

- He is
with Zelia.

- The Greek girl.

Oh, that's a
change for him.

- Vengeance
is mine.

- Now I am
one of you.

Get me to the
surgeon before I perish.

You are free.

The French ship
sails today for Toulon.

The best cabins have
been reserved for you.

It is best
this way,

no longer
can you,

can you do
anything for me.

Nor I
for you.

- But Ali, dear Ali, will need
someone to take care of you.

- It has
been arranged.

Who?

- Good. It is
decided then.

- May I ask
just one question?

- Of course.
- Zelia, what did you do?

- After I was
assured by the surgeons

that I would
not perish.

Although there's very
little to live for now,

I learned of the
treachery of my,

my former good friend Muzra,
who while I was unconscious

and near death, did try
to invade my territories.

However I
forgive him

and to prove
my forgiveness,

I made him a
present of Zelia.

And
dearest Emily

and
sweet Sylvia,

that you will always
remember thy Ali,

along with
many other jewels

I bequeath
thee these.

- There's a
man with class.