“Most magnanimous Sultan,” answered Codindo, “the prince, born of parents equally illustrious and happy, can have no other than a great and fortunate destiny: but I should impose on your highness, if I plumed myself with a science which I do not possess. The stars rise and set for me as for the rest of mankind; and I am not more enlightened in futurity by their means, than the most ignorant of your subjects.”

“But,” replied the Sultan, “are you not an astrologer?”

“Magnanimous prince,” answered Codindo, “I have not that honour.”

“What the devil are you then?” says the old, but passionate Erguebzed. “An Aruspex! By the heavens I did not imagine, that you had so much as thought of it. Believe me, Seigneur Codindo, suffer your poultry to feed in quiet, and pronounce on the fate of my son, as you lately did on the cold of my wife’s parrot.”