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There were not many men. Almost all lay with their throats cut under the ruins of the thatch of Gâo beside my father, brave Sonni-Azkia. Once again Gâo had been razed by a band of Awellimiden, who had come to massacre the French on their gunboat. "The Tuareg hurried us, hurried us, for they were afraid of being pursued.
"We will be only a week from the Niger. And Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh said that at Telemsi, one reached a road overhung with mimosa." "I know the mimosa," she said. "They are the little yellow balls that melt in your hand. But I like the caper flowers better. You will come with me to Gâo. My father, Sonni-Azkia, was killed, as I told you, by the Awellimiden. But my people must have rebuilt the villages.
A small boat was let down, manned by two native soldiers who rowed, and three chiefs who soon leapt ashore. "The oldest, a French marabout, with a great white burnous, who knew our language marvelously, asked to speak to Sheik Sonni-Azkia.
He was already middle-aged, tall, with shoulders a little bent, and blue eyes as clear as the stream whose name I bear. "'Come here, little one, he said in his gentle voice. "'I am the daughter of Sheik Sonni-Azkia, and I do only what I wish, I replied, vexed at his informality. "'You are right, he answered smiling, 'for you are pretty.
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