XXI

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XXI

“At the same time, Eban,”⁠—(this was his page,

A fay of colour, slave from top to toe,

Sent as a present, while yet under age,

From the Viceroy of Zanguebar,⁠—wise, slow,

His speech, his only words were “yes” and “no,”

But swift of look, and foot, and wing was he,)⁠—

“At the same time, Eban, this instant go

To Hum the soothsayer, whose name I see

Among the fresh arrivals in our empery.