corpse.

"I pity him!" sighed Heimbert, leaning on his sword and looking down
on his fallen foe." He has fought nobly, and even in death he called
upon his Allah, whom he looked upon as the true God. He must not
lack honorable burial." He then dug a grave with the broad scimitar
of his adversary, laid the corpse within it, covered it over with
turf, and knelt on the spot in silent heartfelt prayer for the soul
of the departed.




CHAPTER XIV.



Heimbert rose from his pious duty, and his first glance fell on
Zelinda, who stood smiling by his side, and his second upon the
wholly changed scene around. The rocky cavern and grotto had
disappeared, the distorted forms of trees and beasts, half terrible
and half charming as they were, had vanished also; a gentle grassy
hill sloped down on every side of the point where he stood, toward
the sandy waste; springs gushed out here and there in refreshing
beauty; date-trees bent over the little paths--everything, indeed,
in the now opening day was full of sweet and simple peace.

"Thank God!" said Heimbert, turning to his companion, "you can now
surely feel how infinitely more lovely, grand, and beautiful is
everything as our dear Father has created it than it can be when