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"There are ways to make them tell. Now, speak, effendi, and tell me what I shall do to Harrik." "Wouldst thou proclaim to Egypt, to the Sultan, to the world that the army is disloyal? If these guilty men are seized, can the army be trusted? Will it not break away in fear? Yonder Nubians are not enough a handful lost in the melee.
He swung round and was met by the passive face of the black slave in personal attendance on Harrik. The slave did not speak, but motioned towards a screen at the end of the room, and moved towards it. David followed. As they reached it, a broad panel opened, and they passed through, between a line of black slaves.
"I will not pour water on the sands to make an ocean," he answered. "Will a ship sail on the Sahara? Bismillah, it is all a dream! Harrik was right. But dost thou think to do with me as thou didst with Harrik?" he sneered. "Is it in thy mind?" David's patience broke down under the long provocation.
The eyes of the two men met. In the minds of both was the same thing. "Kaid! The Nubians!" Harrik said, at last. David made no response. The slave returned, and his voice murmured softly, as though the matter were of no concern: "The Nubians from the Palace." In an instant he was gone again. "Kaid had not faith in thee," Harrik said grimly.
Harrik rose also. "Thou wouldst go, having accomplished thy will?" Harrik asked, a thought flashing to his mind again, in keeping with his earlier purpose. Why should this man be left to trouble Egypt? David touched his breast. "I must bear thy words to the Palace and the Citadel." "Are there not slaves for messengers?" Involuntarily Harrik turned his eyes to the velvet curtains.
If they do not die, those who fight for you will say that it doesn't matter whether men fight for you or betray you, they get the same stuff off the same plate. If we are going to fight to-morrow, it ought to be with a clean bill of health." "They served me well so long ate at my table, fought with me. But but traitors must die, even as Harrik died." A stern look came into his face.
To be dropped into the Nile like a dog? To be smothered in his sleep? For who could be trusted among all his slaves and retainers when it was known he was disgraced, and that the Prince Pasha would be happier if Harrik were quiet for ever? Mechanically he drew out his watch and looked at it. It was nine o'clock. In three hours more would have fallen the coup.
Lacey had eased the Prince Pasha's immediate and pressing financial needs and, "Allah be praised!" Poor human nature backsheesh to a Prince regnant! "Effendina," he said presently, "thou didst speak of Harrik. One there was who saved thee then " "Zaida!" A change passed over Kaid's face. "Speak! Thou hast news of her? She is gone?"
"Is thy grief, then, for thy prince who gave himself to the lions?" he asked. "Inshallah! Harrik is in the bosom of Allah. He is with Fatima in the fields of heaven was I as Fatima to him? Nay, the dead have done with hurting." "Since that night thou hast been lost, even since Harrik went. I searched for thee, but thou wert hid.
The heart of the pomegranate is not redder than our hearts are red for thee. Cut deep into our hearts, and thou shalt find the last beat is for thee and for the Jehad!" "The Jehad ay, the Jehad! The time is at hand," answered Harrik, glowering at the two. "The sword shall not be sheathed till we have redeemed Egypt.
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