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Updated: July 6, 2025
"She does not yet know that she loves me," Maïeddine answered. "But when thou hast given me the white stallion El Biod, and I ride beside the girl in her bassour through the long days and the long distances, I shall teach her, in the way the Roumi men teach their women to love." "But if thou shouldst not teach her?" "My life is in it, and I shall teach her," said Maïeddine.
He cheered her by describing the interest of the journey when, by and by, she would ride a mehari, sitting in a bassour, made of branches heated and bent into shape like a great cage, lined and draped with soft haoulis of beautiful colours, and comfortably cushioned. It would not be long now before they should come to the douar of his father the Agha, beyond El Aghouat.
Some day, perhaps, Saidee would understand, and they would be drawn together again more closely than before. "There's Toudja," Stephen said, as the girl looked out again from the bassour. Whenever he saw her face, framed thus by the dark red curtains, his heart beat, as if her beauty were new to him, seen that instant for the first time.
Thou knowest I have the gift. Do not wait too long, or thou mayest wait for ever." "What wouldst thou have me do?" "It is not for me to advise. As thou saidst, I am but a woman. Only act! That is the message of the sand. And now, unless thou wouldst have my dead body finish the journey in the bassour, take me to my tent." Maïeddine took her to the tent. And he asked no more questions.
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