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Yet we prayed we hoped. We hoped even after our army's defeat at Morhange. Then Lunéville was taken. Our turn was near. We heard how terrible were the Bavarians under their general, Clauss. Our soldiers poor, brave boys! fought every step of the way to hold them back. They fought like lions. But they were so few! The Germans came in a gray wave of men.
"You see," said Captain Morhange to me fifteen days later, "you are much better informed about the ancient routes through the Sahara than you have been willing to let me suppose, since you know of the existence of the two Tadekkas.
No, no, I do not regret it, I cannot regret it, that what happened did happen. Morhange left me to go into the little grotto, where Bou-Djema's camels were now resting comfortably. I stayed alone, watching the torrent which was continuously rising with the impetuous inrush of its unbridled tributaries. It had stopped raining. The sun shone from a sky that had renewed its blueness.
"Are you mad?" he yelled in my face. "Not so loud," I replied with the same little laugh. He looked at me again, and sank down, overcome, on a rock opposite me. Eg-Anteouen was still smoking placidly at the mouth of the cave. We could see the red circle of his pipe glowing in the darkness. "Madman! Madman!" repeated Morhange. His voice seemed to stick in his throat.
"Indeed I am not unacquainted with the works of Lagneau, Ploix, Arbois de Jubainville," said Morhange frigidly. "My God!" The little man was going through extraordinary contortions. "Sir Captain, how happy I am, how many excuses...." Just then, the portiére was raised. Ferradji appeared again. "Sir, they want me to tell you that unless you come, they will begin without you."
I emptied the goblet at a gulp. The company began to seem charming. "Well, Captain Morhange," Le Mesge called out to my comrade who had taken a mouthful of fish, "what do you say to this acanthopterygian? It was caught to-day in the lake in the oasis. Do you begin to admit the hypothesis of the Saharan sea?" "The fish is an argument," my companion replied. Suddenly he became silent.
Why am I ready, for the sake of pressing this quivering form within my arms for one instant, to face things that I dare not think of for fear I should tremble before them? "Here is number 53, the last. Morhange will be 54. I shall be 55. In six months, eight, perhaps, what difference anyway? I shall be hoisted into this niche, an image without eyes, a dead soul, a finished body.
"Are you sure at least that this inscription is interesting enough to justify us in our undertaking?" I asked Morhange. My companion started with pleasure. Ever since we began our journey I had realized his fear that I was coming along half-heartedly. As soon as I offered him a chance to convince me, his scruples vanished, and his triumph seemed assured to him.
Isn't it a geographical work published by the Benedictines under the direction of a certain Dom Granger?" "Your memory is correct," said Morhange. "Even so let me explain a little more fully some of the things you have not had as much reason as I to interest yourself in.
"Sir," Morhange with the most exquisite courtesy, "it would be only a natural anxiety which would urge us to inquire the reasons and the end of this dominion. But behold to what extent your revelation interests me; I defer this question of private interest. Of late, in two caverns, it has been my fortune to discover Tifinar inscriptions of this name, Antinea.
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