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Updated: June 7, 2025
These desert men can see, where a white man is blind. They can scent danger as a hunting-dog scents the spoor of game. You're simply throwing your life away, and we need that life!" "I will take Lieutenant Leclair, who knows these people," the Master continued, paying no heed, "and Rrisa, who is of their kin. You others, all sit tight!"
"This Koran, Rrisa, is now thine!" he cried in a loud voice, to make the Arab hear him. "And a great gift to thee, a Sunnite, is the Koran, of this desecrating son of the rejected!" This old dog of dogs is a prize, indeed! And what now " Leclair did not answer. The Frenchman was not even near him.
I have revealed the inner mystery of Islam, that to this day no man of the Feringi hath ever known. I am a very great man of sin, and should have first torn out my tongue. "But my life is in your hands, Master, and I have shared your salt. Allah knows I was forced to speak. Shal'lah! I beg you, Master, now let me go!" "Soon, Rrisa," the chief answered, turning away from the map.
Their voices were almost inaudible to each other in that mad tumult. "That is to be a secret, my Captain?" "Between us three; yes. Let that be understood!" "I pledge my honor to it!" cried the Frenchman. Rrisa added: "The Master has but to command, and it is done!" Then once more they plowed on down the shore.
Rrisa breathed something in which the words: "La Illaha ilia Allah" transpired in a wraith of sound. Alden nestled closer into the ferns. Bohannan could hardly hold his poise. All three now had their capsule pistols ready. The self-luminous compass and level attached to each gun gave them their exact direction and elevation. Glimmering watches marked the time, the dragging of the last few seconds.
His teeth began to chatter; and on his forehead appeared little glistening drops. "O Master, that is not ." "Truly, yea! The Golden Waterspout, Rrisa, and the Black Stone itself! I am carrying them to the Very Heavenly City, far in the Iron Mountains!
The Master and Leclair were first to touch foot to the shelving bottom, all churned up by the long cavalry-charges of the sea-horses, and to drag themselves out of the smother. Rrisa and Bohannan came next, then Enemark, and then the others all save Beziers and Daimamoto, French ace and Japanese surgeon, whose work was forever at an end.
He gathered Rrisa in his powerful arms, carried him to his own cabin and laid him in the berth, there; then he bathed his face with water and chafed his hands and throat. In a few minutes, Rrisa's eyes vaguely opened. He gulped, gasped, made shift to speak a few feeble words. "Master!" he whispered. "Well, what dost thou wish?" "One favor, only!" "And what is that?" "Leave me, a little while.
The Master, crouching, whispered: "Two minutes more! Keep your eyes on your watches, now. Get your lethal guns ready! In 120 seconds, you will hear the first capsule burst. Ten seconds after that, Alden, fire yours. Ten later, yours, Bohannan. Ten later, yours, Rrisa. Listen hard! Hold steady!" The silence drew at them like a pain.
But first, grant me time for my isha, my evening prayer!" "It is granted. And, Rrisa, there is the kiblah, the direction of Mecca!" The Master pointed exactly east. Rrisa faced that way, knelt, prostrated himself. He made ablution with sand, as Mohammed allows when water cannot be found. Even as he poured it down his face, the strangely gusting wind flicked it away in little whirls.
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