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Updated: May 25, 2025
"Wait!" counseled Ali Baba. "I know this Jimgrim. There will be a deception and a ruse, but no fight. Listen to him. Wait and see!" "I think we will travel to the southward," said Grim, "and halt at dawn out of sight of Abbas Mahommed's village. There let the camels graze. But I, and a few of us, will take the lady Ayisha's camel with the shibriyah, and draw near to the village.
And Jael, being without a man, will run away to Egypt, where her money is." "Bismillah!" swore the Sikh. "I see no reason why I should not get an angry husband out of the way so simply! But remember, Ayisha, you must slay me in turn if you hope to have Jimgrim for husband. By my beard and the Prophet's feet* it is I who will have you to wife, if I have to burn kingdoms first!"
"But the poison is our business," said the Sikh. "We make terms. If the person to be poisoned is an enemy of ours, well and good; you shall have it and we shall be gainers. But Allah forbid that we should hasten the death of a friend! Is it for Jael Higg?" "No, for I see that to poison her would be to incur the enmity of Jimgrim.
"To think that I, of all people, should fetch and carry for such dogs!" swore Ali Baba. "I asked for a good beast in exchange for mine, and they gave me this crow's meat, and laughed! May Allah change their faces! May the water of that oasis turn their bowels into stone! "Aye, Jimgrim, they will stay there! They are glad enough to stay there. They are dogs that fear their master's whip.
You've got it all fixed up between yourselves to stick with me until Ali Higg is mafish* and then bolt for the skyline with the plunder. Not a bit of use arguing I know. You shouldn't talk your plans over in coffee-shop corners if you don't want me to hear of them." * Lit., nothing corresponds to "na-poo" in Army slang. "Jimgrim, you are the devil!" "Maybe. But let's understand each other.
Perhaps the two of us together can convince him what is best." "If we two first agree," Grim answered with a dry smile. "Do you agree that two and two make four? This is just as simple, Jimgrim. Feisul cannot contend with the French.
By the beard of the Prophet, you might have come here as a friend, O Jimgrim!" * By Allah, this is a strange happening. Grim laughed. "I come here as a friend in any case," he answered. "Khajjaltni bima'rufak!* You brought back a woman to poison me!" * You shame me with your friendship! And this is where the immorality comes in. I told a lie, and don't regret it.
"And I think, sahib, that it will be best to shoot or stab her without argument if she turns treacherous." But I never stabbed or shot a woman yet. I have a loose-kneed prejudice against it. I said so. "I think we ought to speak to Jimgrim about it," I objected. "He might have other plans."
"All that worries me is having to see this business through before we can make a wake for Sydney. I'm homesick. But never mind. All right, you fellers, I'll make one to give this Feisul boy a hoist!" "Atcha, Jimgrim sahib! Atcha!"
But Narayan Singh strode into the breach. "The Lion's jackals slept," he announced in a voice of righteous indignation. "There was none to give our great Sheikh Jimgrim as much as Allah's blessing. Nevertheless, he sends these presents." Without answering that Ali Higg clapped his hands twice, and a woman came around the corner from a near-by cave.
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