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"It was too late, Effendina," replied High hopelessly. Kaid got to his feet slowly, rage possessing him. "Too late! Who makes it too late when I command?" "When Foorgat was found dead, Nahoum at once seized the palace and the treasures. Then he went to the courts and to the holy men, and claimed succession. That was while it was yet early morning. Then he instructed the banks.
Claridge Pasha has saved himself in the past; and he may do so now, even though it is all ten times worse. Then, there is another way. Nahoum Pasha can save him, if he can be saved. And I am going to Egypt to Nahoum." Faith's face blanched. Something of the stark truth swept into her brain. She herself had suffered her own life had been maimed, it had had its secret bitterness.
He would give much to hear the conversation between Kaid and the stranger; he was all too conscious of its purport. As he stood thinking, Kaid returned. After looking round the room for a moment, the Prince came slowly over to Nahoum, and, stretching out a hand, stroked his beard. "Oh, brother of all the wise, may thy sun never pass its noon!" said Kaid, in a low, friendly voice.
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.
When his hand was almost upon the object for which he had toiled and striven whether pacifying a tribe, meeting a loan by honest means, building a barrage, irrigating the land, financing a new industry, or experimenting in cotton it suddenly eluded him. Nahoum had snatched it away by subterranean wires.
But there must be display of power; an army must be sent, without delay, to show the traitors that the game is up. Five thousand men from Cairo under a good general would do it. Will Nahoum send them? Does Kaid, the sick man, know? I'm not banking on Kaid. I think he's on his last legs.
The quarters of the Chief Eunuch separated the suite from the harem, and Mizraim, the present Chief Eunuch, was a man of power in the Palace, knew more secrets, was more courted, and was richer than some of the princes. Nahoum had an office in the Palace, also, which gave him the freedom of the place, and brought him often in touch with the Chief Eunuch.
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.
Were it not for thee, Egypt should see Nahoum no more." David sighed, and his eyes closed for an instant. "Effendina, Nahoum has proved his faith is it not so?" He pointed to the documents in Kaid's hands. A grim smile passed over Kaid's face. Distrust of humanity, incredulity, cold cynicism, were in it. "Wheels within wheels, proofs within proofs," he said.
These moods had been always dissipated, however, when she recalled, as she did so often, David as he stood before Nahoum Pasha, his soul fighting in him to make of his enemy of the man whose brother he had killed a fellow-worker in the path of altruism he had mapped out for himself.
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