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Updated: June 9, 2025
"I have heard of you and I know that you have no love for The Sheik, your father. Neither have I. I will not betray you. Let me see the picture." Friendless among cruel enemies, Meriem clutched at the straw that Abdul Kamak held out to her. Perhaps in him she might find the friend she needed.
With a wild whoop of exultation, twirling his musket high above his head and turning in his saddle to laugh back into the faces of his pursuers Abdul Kamak dashed out of the village of The Sheik and was swallowed up by the jungle. Foaming with rage The Sheik ordered immediate pursuit, and then strode rapidly back to where Meriem sat huddled by the bushes where he had left her.
She was sure that it was The Sheik and she awaited in dumb terror the blow that she knew would follow. No blow came and she looked upward over her shoulder into the eyes of Abdul Kamak, the young Arab. "I saw," he said, "the picture that you have just hidden. It is you when you were a child a very young child. May I see it again?" Meriem drew away from him. "I will give it back," he said.
They disarmed him and ordered him to climb to the rump of one of the horses, and then the two who had been detailed to guard him turned and rode back toward the South, while the others continued their pursuit of Abdul Kamak. As Korak came out upon the bank of the river across from which he could see the camp of Malbihn he was at a loss as to how he was to cross.
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