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"Rise," said Maldar, "and seize yonder lad, first gagging him with this sacred scarf made from Mohammed's own sainted vestment. Be quick and bear him to the desert!" The Khouan who had acted as spokesman took the scarf from Maldar's hand and skilfully executed his command.
The fanatical Arabs maintained unbroken silence, and the sound of their horses' hoofs was deadened by the sand. Maldar rode a trifle in advance.
"No, master, one still lives, a French officer." "His name?" "Captain Joliette." In spite of his self-control, Spero gave a cry of astonishment, for he knew that it was to rescue the captain that Monte-Cristo had set out for Africa. "Go," said Maldar, "bring the prisoner here." The sheik left, and Maldar walked up and down with his big strides. "Master!" cried the sheik, running in breathlessly.
"Well?" "Captain Joliette is gone." "Gone!" screamed Maldar in a rage. "Within one hour he must be brought back to the Kiobeh. If not you must answer with your head; and now bring the lad to the iron chamber, and see that he does not escape!" By what miracle had Albert escaped?
But suddenly a faint sound was heard in the far distance. It came from the direction of Fanfar's farm. Maldar listened attentively; then he said to the Khouans, whose quick ears had also detected the sound: "Ride like the wind, sons of the Prophet! We are pursued! The Count of Monte-Cristo and his unbelieving French hounds are on our track!
"Yes," said Maldar to himself when the saint had gone, "they shall all die, and the stream of their blood will be the spring out of which Allah's warriors shall drink courage." Lost in the immensity of the desert, Uargla, the queen of the oases, was, up to thirty years ago, little known.
On the day Maldar had conversed with the saint a dense mass of people crowded about one of the chief gates of Uargla, and loud voices arose in the air. A horrible monster, all tattered and torn, had swung himself on a pile of stones, and begun to harangue the crowd. "You think you are acting wisely," he cried, "and yet you are only fools.
What good was all the art and science I had learned from the Abbé Faria to me if I could not rescue her? Like avenging spirits, the shades of all those upon whom I had taken revenge rose up before me: Villefort, Danglars, Morcerf, Benedetto, Maldar, had all been overcome by me, but death was stronger than I am it took her from me!
The horses stood cropping the verdure for a brief period, then they also lay down for rest and recuperation. Soon slumber reigned supreme, for Maldar, fearing neither pursuit nor attack, had not taken the precaution to post sentinels.
But see," resumed he, pointing to the spot where Esperance had made the attack on Maldar; "here are evidences of a struggle; they have fought among themselves and one of them has been wounded." "Heaven grant it may be so!" said Monte-Cristo.
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