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The Master pondered a moment or two, as Nissr drifted on toward the now densely massed Arabs on the beach, then he said: "You seem to know these folk well." "Only too well!" The Master's next words were in the language of the desert: "Hadratak tet kal'm Arabi?" "Na'am et kal'm!" affirmed the lieutenant, smiling. And in the same tongue he continued, with fluent ease: "Indeed I do, Effendi.
All up and down the crest of the tawny sand-hills, red under the sun now close to the horizon, the fusillade ran and rippled. On Nissr, metal plates rang with the impact of the slugs, or glass crashed. The gigantic Eagle of the Sky, helpless, received this riddling volley as she sagged ashore, now almost in the grip of the famished surf.
But most wonderful of all was the metallic shimmer of those walls, domes, minarets, under the high sun of this lost Arabian paradise. So amazing was the prospect that, as Nissr hurled herself in over the last ranges of the mountains and shot out across the open plain itself, only one man found words. This man was Leclair. Close beside the Master, he said in Arabic: "I too have heard, my Captain.
I imagine your orderly, Rrisa, will have something to say when he learns that we have Beni Harb as opponents. Now, sir, we shall make all haste to get the machine-guns into action!" Major Bohannan laughed with more enjoyment than he had shown since Nissr had left America. They both saluted and withdrew.
And in the shadows I see darkness for all!" At 4:27, Nissr passed the eastern shores of the Red Sea. Arabia itself now lay beneath. There exposed to their eyes, at length lay the land of mystery and fear. Bare and rock-ribbed, a flayed skeleton of a terrain, it glowed with wondrous yellow, crimson, and topaz hues.
She hovered, dropped with a wondrous precision that proved her rider's consummate skill, made a perfect landing on the long take-off that stretched from rudders to wing observation galleries, atop the liner. Forward on Nissr the wasp ran on her small, cushioned wheels. She stopped, with jammed-on brakes, and came to rest not forty feet abaft the Eagle's beak.
He turned it, finally, square down the launching-way, through the yawning gates where the track abruptly ended at the brow of the Palisades the empty chasm where, if all went right and no mistake had been made in build, engine-power, or control, the initial leap of Nissr Arrib ela Sema was to be made. Came a moment's wait. Faintly the pulsing of the engines trembled the fabric of Nissr.
The doings of such, and of the world below, seemed trivial to the Legionaries as follies of dazed insects. No further attack was made on Nissr, nor was anything seen of any other air-squadron of International Police. The wireless picked up, however, a cross-fire of dazed, uncomprehending messages being hurled east and west, north and south messages of consternation, doubt, anger.
He sighted carefully through his glass, as Nissr sagged on and on, ever closer to the waves, ever nearer the hard, sun-roasted shores of Africa. "Yes, those are Beni Harb men. Dieu! May it be Sheik Abd el Rahman's tribe! May I have strength to repay the debt I owe them!" "What debt, Lieutenant?" asked the chief. Leclair shrugged his shoulders. "A personal matter, my Captain!
Into a broad, paved way they thundered, and so up, on, toward the great gate of virgin gold now waiting to receive them. Well might those Legionaries who had been left behind to protect Nissr and the sacred gifts have envied the more fortunate ones now sweeping into Jannati Shahr. The rear guard, however, formed no less essential a part of the undertaking than the main body of the Legion.
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