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He had heard all, and he knew the sardonic meaning behind Nahoum's words. Fat High Pasha, the Chief Chamberlain, the corrupt and corruptible, intervened. "It is not so hard to be careless when care would be useless," he said, with a chuckle. "When the khamsin blows the dust- storms upon the caravan, the camel-driver hath no care for his camels.
In his grave, dost thou say?" High's voice quavered. "Yesterday before sunset, Effendina. By Nahoum's orders." "I ordered the burial for to-day. By the gates of hell, but who shall disobey me!" "He was already buried when the Effendina's orders came," High pleaded anxiously. "Nahoum should have been taken yesterday," he rejoined, with malice in his eyes.
"Well, that sounds generous, but I guess he would get on without it, pasha. He would not want to be under any more obligations to you." "He is without money. He must be helped." "Just so." "He cannot go to the treasury, and Prince Kaid has refused. Why should he decline help from his friend?" Suddenly Lacey changed his tactics. He had caught a look in Nahoum's eyes which gave him a new thought.
Yet it could serve no good end to attempt to warn him now. He had outlived peril so far; might it not be that, after all, he would win? So far she had avoided Nahoum's name in talks with David. She could scarcely tell why she did, save that it opened a door better closed, as it were; but the restraint had given way at last. "Thee remembers what I said that night?" David repeated slowly.
Only the new-comers, Nahoum's men, carried the hunt far; and they brought back with them a body which their leader commanded to be brought to a great room of the palace. Towards sunset David and Ebn Ezra Bey and Lacey came together to this room. The folds of loose linen were lifted from the face, and all three looked at it long in silence.
Just before dawn the curtain of Nahoum's room was drawn aside, the Armenian entered stealthily, and moved a step towards the couch where David lay. Suddenly he was stopped by a sound. He glanced towards a corner near David's feet. There sat Mahommed watching, a neboot of dom-wood across his knees. Their eyes remained fixed upon each other for a moment.
We got out of that nasty corner by sleight of hand, but not your sleight of hand, pasha. Your hand is a quick hand, but a sharp eye can see the trick, and then it's no good, not worth a button." There was something savage behind Nahoum's eyes, but they did not show it; they blinked with earnest kindness and interest.
He could have realised fully the fierce, blinding passion for revenge which had almost overcome Nahoum's calculating mind in the dark night, with his foe in the next room, which had driven him suddenly from his bed to fall upon David, only to find Mahommed Hassan watching also with the instinct of the Oriental. Some future scheme of revenge? Kaid's eyes gleamed red.
At Nahoum's words the dusky brown of Achmet's face turned as black as the sudden dilation of the pupil of an eye deepens its hue, and he said with a guttural accent: "Every man hath a time to die." "But not his own time," answered Nahoum maliciously. "It would appear that in Egypt he hath not always the choice of the fashion or the time," remarked David calmly.
With his eye meeting Kaid's again, after a low salaam, Nahoum made answer: "I would that the lance of my fame might sheathe itself in the breasts of thy enemies, Effendina." "Thy tongue does that office well," was the reply. Once more Kaid laid a gentle hand upon Nahoum's beard.
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