the last drops to it; and thus to leave Zoza cheated of her hopes.
Now, therefore, seeing Zoza asleep, she seized her opportunity;
and dexterously removing the pitcher from under Zoza, and
placing her own eyes over it, she filled it in four seconds. But
hardly was it full, when the Prince arose from the white marble
shrine, as if awakened from a deep sleep, and embraced that mass
of dark flesh, and carried her straightways to his palace; feasts and
marvellous illuminations were made, and he took her for his wife.

When Zoza awoke and saw the pitcher gone, and her hopes with it,
and the shrine open, her heart grew so heavy that she was on the
point of unpacking the bales of her soul at the custom-house of
Death. But, at last, seeing that there was no help for her
misfortune, and that she could only blame her own eyes, which
had served her so ill, she went her way, step by step, into the city.
And when she heard of the feasts which the Prince had made, and
the dainty creature he had married, she instantly knew how all this
mischief had come to pass; and said to herself, sighing, "Alas, two
dark things have brought me to the ground,--sleep and a black
slave!" Then she took a fine house facing the palace of the Prince;
from whence, though she could not see the idol of her heart, she
could at least look upon the walls wherein what she sighed for was
enclosed.

But Taddeo, who was constantly flying like a bat round that black
night of a Slave, chanced to perceive Zoza and was entranced with
her beauty. When the Slave saw this she was beside herself with
rage, and vowed that if Taddeo did not leave the window, she
would kill her baby when it was born.