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Updated: June 7, 2025
And against the circumstantial evidence of this little grave, adorned with the slippers of the Prophet, there was only a girl's impression Victoria's feeling that, if Saidee were dead, she "must have known."
Saidee packed the little volumes of her diary, with trembling fingers, and looked a frightened question at her sister. "I'm thankful that he doesn't ask us," Victoria answered, "for we couldn't promise not to tell, unless he would vow never to do the dreadful things you say he plans lead a great rising, and massacre the French.
At first Victoria had not known that her sister had any special reason for liking to feed the doves, but she was an observant, though not a sophisticated girl; and when she had lived with Saidee for a few days, she saw birds of a different colour among the doves. It was to those birds, she could not help noticing, that Saidee devoted herself.
I think I can," Victoria whispered, but Saidee hardly heard, so deeply was she absorbed in the one sweet memory of many years. "It was in the morning," the elder woman went on, "but it was hot, and the sun was fierce as it beat down on the sand. He had been working, and his face was pale from the heat. It had a haggard look under brown sunburn.
She wondered if Victoria had gone to bed; if she were sleeping, or if she were crying softly crying her heart out with bitter grief and disappointment she would never confess. Victoria had always been like that, even as a little girl. If Saidee did anything to hurt her, she made no moan. Sometimes Saidee had teased her on purpose, or tried to make her jealous, just for fun.
But we shall soon see for we must obey. If we didn't go down of our own accord, we'd soon be forced to go." "Perhaps Cassim will let me talk to Mr. Knight," said the girl. "He is more likely to throw you to his lion, in the court," Saidee answered, with a laugh. They went down into the garden, and remained there alone. Nothing happened except that, after a while, they heard a noise of pounding.
When girls at school had talked of being in love, and of marrying, she had been interested, as if in a story-book, but it had not seemed to her that she would ever fall in love or be married. It seemed so less than ever, now that she was at last actually on her way to look for Saidee.
"Childie, childie, comfort me, forgive me!" she sobbed. Victoria woke instantly. She opened her eyes, and Saidee's wet face was close to hers. The girl said not a word, but wrapped her arms round her sister, drawing the bowed head on to her breast, and then she crooned lovingly over it, with little foolish mumblings, as she used to do in Paris when Mrs. Ray's unkindness had made Saidee cry.
Saidee had a pigeon in her hands, and opening them suddenly, she let it go. It rose, fluttered, circling in the air, and flew southward. Victoria ran up the dilapidated stairway by the gate, to see it go, but already the tiny form was muffled from sight in the blue folds of the twilight. "In less than two hours it will be at Oued Tolga," the girl cried, coming down the steep steps.
"O twin stars, forgive me for darkening the brightness of thy sky," she said, "but I have here a letter, given to me to put into the hands of Lella Saïda." She held out a folded bit of paper, that had no envelope. Saidee, pale and large-eyed, took it in silence. She read, and then handed the paper to Victoria. A few lines were scrawled on it in English, in a very foreign handwriting.
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