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See, I am Mahommed Hassan, thy servant! At midnight they surround Kaid's palace Achmet and Higli and kill the Prince Pasha. Return, Saadat. Harrik will kill thee." David made no sign, but with a swift word to the faithful Mahommed Hassan, passed on, and was presently admitted to the palace.
She had put a spell of superstition on him, and the end would be accomplished, but not by flight to the desert. Harrik chose the other way. He had been a hunter. He was without fear. The voice of the woman he loved called him. It came to him through the distant roar of the lions as clear as when, with one cry of "Harrik!" she had fallen beneath the lion's paw.
Since thou must die, wilt thou not order it after thine own choice? It is to die for Egypt." "Is this the will of Kaid?" asked Harrik, his voice thick with wonder, his brain still dulled by the blow of Fate. "It was not the Effendina's will, but it hath his assent. Wilt thou write the word to the army and also to the Prince?" He had conquered.
Prove the guilt of him who perverted the army and sought to destroy thee. Punish him." "How shall there be proof save through those whom he has perverted? There is no writing." "There is proof," answered David calmly. "Where shall I find it?" Kaid laughed contemptuously. "I have the proof," answered David gravely. "Against Harrik?" "Against Prince Harrik Pasha." "Thou what dost thou know?"
"A woman of the Prince heard him give instructions for thy disposal, Effendina, when the Citadel should turns its guns upon Cairo and the Palace. She was once of thy harem. Thou didst give her in marriage, and she came to the harem of Prince Harrik at last. A woman from without who sang to her a singing girl, an al'mah she trusted with the paper to warn thee, Effendina, in her name.
It was the voice of Zaida, who, preying upon his superstitious mind she knew the hallucination which possessed him concerning her he had cast to the lions and having given the terrible secret to Kaid, whom she had ever loved, would still save Harrik from the sure vengeance which must fall upon him. Her design had worked, but not as she intended.
Presently she continued: "Listen, and by Abraham and Christ and all the Prophets, and by Mahomet the true revealer, give me thine aid. When Harrik gave his life to the lions, I fled to her whom I had loved in the house of Kaid Laka the Syrian, afterwards the wife of Achmet Pasha. By Harrik's death I was free no more a slave.
Hark! dost thou not hear them the lions, Harrik's lions, got out of the uttermost desert?" David could hear the distant roar, for the menagerie was even part of the palace itself. "Go in peace," continued Harrik soberly and with dignity, "and when Egypt is given to the infidel and Muslims are their slaves, remember that Harrik would have saved it for his Lord Mahomet, the Prophet of God."
A light stole over the superstitious face. "No device or hatred, or plot, has prevailed against thee," Kaid said eagerly. "Thou hast defeated all even when I turned against thee in the black blood of despair. Thou hast conquered me even as thou didst Harrik." "Thou dost live," returned David drily. "Thou dost live for Egypt's sake, even as Harrik died for Egypt's sake, and as others shall die."
That would have meant a scandal in Egypt and in Europe. I besought him otherwise. It may be the scandal must come, but in another way, and " "That I, Harrik, must die?" Harrik's voice seemed far away. In his own ears it sounded strange and unusual. All at once the world seemed to be a vast vacuum in which his brain strove for air, and all his senses were numbed and overpowered.
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