Outnumbered they had fallen one by one under the vigorous onslaughts of the attacking party who, victorious, had retired southward as quickly as they had come, carrying with them the beautiful Safiya the price of the traitor's treachery.
"Dead," he said briefly; "he did not try to live. Life held nothing for him without Safiya," he added, with an expressive shrug that was eloquent of his inability to understand such an attitude. "And she ?" "Killed herself the night she was taken. Her abductor got no pleasure of her and Omar's honour was unsmirched though he never knew it, poor devil.
He killed his man," added Said, with a smile of grim satisfaction. "It made no difference, he was renegade, a traitor, ripe for death. The Chief fell to my lot. It was from him I learned about Safiya he talked before he died." The short hard laugh that followed the meaning words was pure Arab.