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However, when I ride with father to Tantah, then, O stranger, I dress myself up as the women of the cities do! Then I wear a long silk dress and a splendid veil, and color my lips and hands with henna!" "That is to say, Butheita, you make of the houri of paradise an ordinary human being. I should not like to see you when you look like other women. You are the Queen of the Desert, Butheita."
Hold him fast, Butheita; he is bound and gagged, and you have nothing to fear from him. Allah be with you, my child!" And now they ride swiftly through the night. Whither? He knows not. He lies bound on a cushion, and only feels, by the movement of the animal, and by the shaking and jolting his body undergoes, that he is on the back of a dromedary.
"I am still so resolved!" she exclaims, but in joyous tones. "I am still so resolved!" Mohammed lifts her in his arms and carries her to the tent. "Butheita, this is my tent! I lead you into it as my wife. Butheita, may I now kiss you?" She makes no answer, but, with a loud cry, throws herself upon his breast, and kisses him passionately.
You can rest assured, Sheik Arnhyn is not the man to babble like a woman when he should hold his peace, and Butheita is his obedient daughter. This matter shall be kept to ourselves. We meet to-day for the third time, and do you know why, Mohammed Ali? I caused you to be abducted because I promised you friendship.
"I might as well have told you at the door, for father could not have heard it, although he could see us." "Speak, Butheita, what did you wish to say? Speak!" "I have forgotten, sarechsme. But I believe I wished to thank you for saying you had not found it dull here. It seems to me that only a moment has passed since I saw you yesterday, and yet it is an eternity.
Farewell, sarechsme, if I should riot see you again! Farewell! and let me keep my vow!" She gently pushes him back, and flies out of the tent to meet her father. Sheik Arnhyn recognizes and hails her with a shout of delight. "Butheita, have you succeeded, have you guarded the stranger well?" "I have taken good care of him; come, father, and see!"
Butheita bounds down from her seat with the lightness of the gazelle, and bows low before the sphinx, her arms crossed on her breast. From the back of the dromedary, where he lies bound, her prisoner looks down with admiration upon the lovely girlish figure that skips lightly across the sand to the foot of the godlike figure.
He stood at the door awaiting her, unwilling to leave his tent to go out to meet her, for fear of the thieving Bedouins that roam the desert, and who knew that his tent contained costly treasures." "Then you suppose Butheita will return to her father's to-day?" "I remained there until I saw her coming in the distance. The sheik's eagle-eyes recognized her in the dim distance.
How small she appears beside the mighty image, like a flower blooming at its feet. Butheita kneels down before the sphinx and murmurs a prayer for protection for herself and father, for the tent in which they dwell, for the dromedary, and for the goats; and finally also for the stranger whom she is about to lead to her tent.
Mohammed carries the precious burden, that lies quietly in his arms, through the suite of glittering apartments. Butheita sees nothing of the splendor through which they pass, and, if she saw it, would not heed it. What cares she for gilded rooms! the desert puts on more glorious attire with each day's dawn, and nothing can be more sublime than the sphinx near the great pyramids.
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