small white blossoms. One of these 
concerns a Moorish maiden, Zara, 
whose lover was a warrior, chief of a 
wandering tribe. On one of his ab¬ 
sences she dreamed that she saw him 
lying dead in the desert, with a spear 
through his heart. 
The figures in the dream seemed so 
vivid that she sprang from her couch 
with a scream, and listening, heard 
the sound of a horse’s hoofs beneath 
her window. In a moment she had 
run to the casement and thrown it 
open, hoping to find her dream un¬ 
true ; but it was upon no living horse 
and rider that her terrified eyes rested, 
for so shadowy and evanescent were 
they that the moonlight shone directly 
through them. She called her lover’s 
name several times, each time with 
less courage, and then as the ghostly 
figure turned, revealing the spear in 
his heart, she fainted and fell from her 
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