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"'Nobody here knows Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh very well, because he is continually traveling. It is true that he is entirely devoted to Antinea. Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh is a Senoussi, and Antinea is the cousin of the chief of the Senoussi. Besides, he owes his life to her. He is one of the men who assassinated the great Kébir Flatters.
"Then surely he could not have known?" "Known what?" "That it was I who who held the hammer." "He might not have known it, indeed," Antinea said. "But he did know." "How?" "He did know ... because I told him," she said, staring at me with magnificent audacity. "And," I murmured, "he he believed it?" "With the help of my explanation, he recognized your shriek.
It was an orichalch ring, exactly like that which Antinea had given me the previous day and the one which she herself wore. Morhange smiled. "Well?" I said. "Well?" "You have seen her?" "I have indeed," Morhange replied. "She is beautiful, is she not?" "It would be difficult to dispute that," my comrade answered. "I even believe that I can say that she is as intelligent as she is beautiful."
"Antinea," I said in a low voice, "I am going to kill you." "Do not speak so formally. You were more affectionate last night. Are you embarrassed by them?" she said, pointing to the women, whose eyes were wide with terror. "Kill me?" she went on. "You are hardly reasonable. Kill me at the moment when you can reap the fruits of the murder of...." "Did did he suffer?" I asked suddenly, trembling.
Another idea came to me, and a convulsive laugh bent me double. "Antinea wants me to be at my best when I meet her." A mirror of orichalch formed one whole side of the room. Glancing into it, I realized that in all decency there was nothing exaggerated in the demand.
He still looked surly from the blow I had dealt him. "King Hiram," Antinea repeated. "Come here." The beast relaxed like a spring released. He fawned at his mistress's feet. I saw his red tongue licking her bare little ankles. "Ask the gentleman's pardon," she said. The leopard looked at me spitefully. The yellow skin of his muzzle puckered about his black moustache.
But this peculiarity does not diminish the interest of the coincidence: it increases it." "What do you take to be the meaning of this word?" "Antinea can only be a proper name," said Morhange. "To whom does it refer? I admit I don't know, and if at this very moment I am marching toward the south, dragging you along with me, it is because I count on learning more about it. Its etymology?
Come sit here, beside me. Move over, King Hiram." The leopard obeyed with good temper. Beside her was an onyx bowl. She took from it a perfectly plain ring of orichalch and slipped it on my left ring-finger. I saw that she wore one like it. "Tanit-Zerga, give Monsieur de Saint-Avit a rose sherbet." The dark girl in red silk obeyed. "My private secretary," said Antinea, introducing her.
A simple latch, which I turned. I shortened the leash to have better control of King Hiram who was getting nervous. The great room where I had seen Antinea for the first time was completely dark. But the garden on which it gave shone under a clouded moon, in a sky weighted down with the storm which did not break. Not a breath of air. The lake gleamed like a sheet of pewter.
"Fftt," he grumbled like a great cat. "Go," Antinea ordered imperiously. The beast crawled reluctantly toward me. He laid his head humbly between his paws and waited. I stroked his beautiful spotted forehead. "You must not be vexed," said Antinea. "He is always that way with strangers." "Then he must often be in bad humor," I said simply. Those were my first words.
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