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." "That you feel you may believe me.

Make haste then, and call some of your men to make way for us, and escort us to the palace." There is nothing, except a doubt, which runs more quickly from mind to mind, than a hope that some cherished wish may be fulfilled, especially when this hope has been suggested to us by some one we can trust.
The officer believed this strange traveller, jumped out of the carriage, flourishing his scourge and calling to his men: "This nobleman has come on purpose to prove Bartja's innocence, and must be taken to the king at once.

Follow me, my friends, and make way for him!" Just at that moment a troop of the guards appeared in sight.

The captain of the whip-bearers went up to their commander, and, seconded by the shouts of the crowd, begged him to escort the stranger to the palace.
During this colloquy the traveller had mounted his servant's horse, and now followed in the wake of the Persians.
The good news flew like wind through the huge city.