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He saw no other way of settling the question. For the present he must quietly accept the inevitable. Millicent had insisted that she had a perfect right to follow him, even if he refused to allow her to join his party. "We will go on, Effendi? The Sitt will accompany us?" Abdul's voice was expressionless, deferential. "For to-day, at least," Michael said, "the Sitt will travel with us."
His smile was scornful; a little annoyance was perceptible in his voice. "La, Effendi. The Omdeh's house is like a bower in paradise. The Effendi will enjoy a cup of caravan-tea and a long rest in the cool orchard, where water flows and caged birds sing." "He has an orchard in a cavern like this!" Michael steadied himself by catching hold of Abdul's staff; he had almost fallen over a baby.
The next day, Abdul's master sent for him again, and after calling him a fool, said: "I have a nice little job for you, that will bring you to your proper senses. Go into the field and dig for water, day after day until you find it."
Michael swallowed it eagerly; his bright eyes gazed pitifully into Abdul's after the last drain was swallowed. "Don't let the other woman come near me," he pleaded. "She is wearing all Akhnaton's precious stones they are hung round her neck, her breasts are covered with them. But her skin is so white and tender, the sun is burning it I must lend her my coat." He laughed horribly.
The beloved saint, whom Allah has seen fit to remove from our sight, had a heart no more free from evil." "But, Abdul. . . ." Michael stopped. His mind was suddenly filled with new thoughts. Abdul's suggestion had opened up a deep chasm of ugly suspicions; his whole being seemed to have fallen into it. Abdul waited. "Madam was terrified she was flying from the danger of smallpox.
"Must Abdul speak the words which will cause his master pain? Will the Effendi not wait until we draw nearer? It is not wise to anticipate evil." A horrible suspicion devastated Michael's brain. He could brook no uncertainty. Abdul's lengthy manner of getting to the point irritated him as it had never done before. "Out with it, Abdul! Having said so much, you must say more."
In doing this he sometimes flogs about him pretty lively with the whip. As a general thing the natives take this sort of thing in the greatest good humor; in fact, rather enjoy it than otherwise. At Miandasht, however, Abdul's whip happens to fall rather heavily upon the shoulders of the telegraph-jee's farrash, who is in the crowd.
If Allah had willed it? The saint was dead. At dawn his soul had passed into Barzakh, or the second world, the intermediate state between the present life and the resurrection. While administering to him, Abdul's anxious ears heard the ominous rattle in the dying man's throat, he turned his face Mecca-wards and reverently closed his eyes.
"Aiwah, Effendi, that is so. Your servant offers his apologies for bringing you bad news." To Abdul's eternal amazement, Michael burst into a roar of laughter, hearty, unsuppressed enjoyment of a good joke. "Gone?" he repeated. "The Sitt has gone, made a moonlight flitting? The little devil!" Abdul's mystification was so complete that he could only salaam. "The little coward!" Michael said.
At poker he almost invariably won, and while doing so was so politely bored, so indifferent to his cards and the cards held by others, that Peter declared he had never met his equal. In a pause in the game, while some one tore the cover off a fresh pack, Peter pointed at the star of diamonds that nestled behind the lapel of Abdul's coat. "May I ask what that is?" said Peter.
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