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It was formerly merely a village, called Sikri, celebrated as the abode of Sheikh Salîm Chishti, a Muhammadan pîr, or saint. In 1564, Akbar, returning from a campaign, halted near the cave in which the saint lived. The twin children of his Rajput wife, Mariam Zâmâni, had recently died, and he was anxious for an heir. He consulted the holy man, who advised him to come and live at Sikri.
A distant relation of Theodore by his mother's side, named Ras Bisawar, was, on the dismissal of Kidana Mariam, selected for the vacant post. He had in his youth been brought up for the church, had even been made a deftera, when the brilliant example of his relative took him from the peaceful and quiet life he had first chosen to cast him amidst the turmoil of camp life.
For a moment or two Helmar tried to understand and recall something of what had happened, but all seemed so dim and misty that he had to give it up, and at last, becoming drowsy again, fell asleep. Mariam Abagi was a woman of unusual character for her caste. She was married to a German who was disliked and suspected by the natives.
They passed through the opening, and the stone swung back into its original position as they hurried up the steps. "We are quite safe from pursuit now," said the guide. "They cannot move that stone; only three persons know its secret Naoum, Mariam, and I. We have nothing to fear until we reach the open air."
If this succeeds he will then destroy the canal, the further to hamper their movements." "Yes, but is he aware of his opponent's strength? Surely they would not advance unless in overwhelming numbers?" George broke in. "Psha! The man must be mad to hope for success!" "That of course remains to be seen," said Mariam slowly.
Once or twice Mariam had spoken of her power, and gave him to understand that she did not require money; the squalor of her room made this seem rather enigmatical to the sick man, but he knew such people were sometimes eccentric in their mode of living, and this might possibly account for his surroundings.
The thought of once more being at liberty was indeed alluring, and he hoped and prayed that the attempt would be successful. True, he had little now to complain of since his rescue by Naoum and Mariam, but the love of liberty was strong upon him.
"Your ignorance of the feminine heart surprises me." "Herschell was prettier when she was a brunette." "Qui Mariam absolvisti Et latronem exaudisti Mihi quoque spem dedisti." "I must be off to lunch." "Do you know anyone who knows the Minister?" "Durville is a has-been. He blows like a grampus." "Put me in a little paragraph about Marie Falempin.
They looked upon him as a spy, a traitor come from Europe for some evil purpose, and eventually did away with him. Mariam was a really good woman, and resented the deed bitterly. Naoum, her son, never saw his father, but inherited some of his good business qualities, and all his mother's kindness of heart.
"Mariam," he said abruptly, as she was about to leave the room, "come here. I am strong now, and I want to talk to you. Now tell me all about it. How did I get into this plight? And how came I into this house?" She eyed him keenly for a moment, then walking over to the bed sat down beside it. "My son brought you here; you were wounded in a fight with Arabs in Cairo."
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