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Updated: June 2, 2025
I came alone as one would come to the tent of a Bedouin chief whose son one had slain, and ask for food and safety. A thousand men were mine to command, but I came alone. Is thy guest imbecile? Let them go. I have that to say which is for Prince Harrik's ear alone." An instant's hesitation, and Harrik motioned the slaves away.
It was his roar which had come to Harrik through the distance and the night. He it was who had carried Fatima, the beloved, about his cage by that neck in which Harrik had laid his face so often. The hot flush of conflict and the long anger of the years were on him. Since he must die, since Destiny had befooled him, left him the victim of the avengers, he would end it here.
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.
As they swung open and the cool night breeze blew in his face, a great suspiration of relief passed from him. What he had set out to do would be accomplished in all. Harrik would keep his word. It was the only way. As he emerged from the doorway some one fell at his feet, caught his sleeve and kissed it. It was Mahommed Hassan.
The rebellion in his own blood against the fine instinct of his Quaker faith and upbringing made him grasp the personality before him. Had he himself been born in these surroundings, under these influences! The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, even as he bowed before Harrik, who salaamed and said: "Peace be unto thee!" and motioned him to a seat on a divan near and facing him.
"Thou wast sure I would give myself to death?" "Even as that I breathe. Thou wert mistaken; a madness possessed thee; but thou, I knew, wouldst choose the way of honour. I too have had dreams and of Egypt. If it were for her good, I would die for her." "Thou art mad. But the mad are in the hands of God, and " Suddenly Harrik stopped.
"Thou, the friend of Egypt, hast come of it, Effendina." "Harrik was right, Harrik was right," Kaid answered, with stubborn gloom and anger. "Better to die in our own way, if we must die, than live in the way of another. Thou wouldst make of Egypt another England; thou wouldst civilise the Soudan bismillah, it is folly!" "That is not the way Mehemet Ali thought, nor Ibrahim.
I spent it for the State for the Effendina, and to keep my place. I lost my place, however, in another way." "Proofs! Proofs!" Kaid's voice was hoarse with feeling. "I have no proofs against Prince Harrik, no word upon paper. But there are proofs that the army is seditious, that, at any moment, it may revolt." "Thou hast kept this secret?" questioned Kaid darkly and suspiciously.
The lion was silent now, and in a far corner prepared to spring, crouching low. "Fatima!" Harrik cried, and sprang forward as the wild beast rose at him. He struck deep, drew forth the dagger and was still. War! War!
"Thou wast sure I would give myself to death?" "Even as that I breathe. Thou wert mistaken; a madness possessed thee; but thou, I knew, wouldst choose the way of honour. I too have had dreams and of Egypt. If it were for her good, I would die for her." "Thou art mad. But the mad are in the hands of God, and " Suddenly Harrik stopped.
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