Lev-el-Hedyd took it.

The youth raised another from the table and with a slight gesture as
if in salutation, he said in words which my comrade understood, though
he swears it was a language unknown to him,

"We may meet again the fourth of next month."

He then drank the wine, and so did Lev-el-Hedyd.

Hereupon the others smiled as if at their comrade's wit, all save the
women, whose tender faces spoke more of pity than of mirth. The wine
flew to his brain as he drank it, and things about him seemed to reel
and spin. Strains of fantastic music burst upon his ears: then, all in
rhythm, the women joined their partners and whirled about him with a
lightsome step. And, moving with it, his throbbing brain seemed
dancing from his head. The room itself, a ll swaying and quivering
with the melody, grew dim and stole from view. The music softly died
away.

Again was silence, the moon above looking calmly down upon the ivied
walls.

He fell like a drunken man upon the floor, and did not wake till our
voices called him.

Such his tale.

He has a clear head and is no liar, but so many grapes upon an empty
stomach with the fever from his swollen limb might well explain it.