Anywhere else Zelais would have been speedily relieved. ’Twas only debarrassing her of her muzzle, and allowing her Toy a freedom of respiration: but how to lend the helping hand in Mangogul’s presence. “Quick, quick, physicians,” cried the Sultan, “Zelais is dying.”

Some pages ran to the palace, and returned, with the doctors gravely marching after them. Orcotomus was at their head. Some gave their opinion for bleeding, others for the kermes mineral; but the penetrating Orcotomus ordered Zelais to be carried to a neighbouring closet, examined her, and cut the braces of her harness. This muzzled Toy was one of those, which he boasted to have seen in the paroxysm.

However, the bloating was excessive, and Zelais would have continued to suffer, had not the Sultan had pity on her condition. He turn’d off his ring, the fluids return’d to their equilibrium. Zelais came to herself, and Orcotomus assumed the honour of this miraculous cure.