Chapter 26 No.26

'Twas in the bath a piece of perfumed clay

Came from my loved one's hands to mine one day

Art thou then musk or ambergris? I said,

That by thy scent my soul is ravished.

"Not so," it answered, "naught but clay am I,

But I have kept a rose's company."

--Sa'adi

It was nigh twelve of the night, and Akbar was awake. He sate on the