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Updated: June 28, 2025


And we are the first white men in all the world to look on it the Golden City of Jannati Shahr!" Stupefaction overcame the Flying Legion. The sight of this perfectly incredible city, which even yet despite its obvious character they could not believe as reality, for a little while deprived all the observers of coherent thought.

"The most intense animosity of religious fanaticism will pursue us. If the news of our exploit has, in any unaccountable way such as the Arabs know how to employ, reached Jannati Shahr, we are in for a battle royal. If not, we still have a chance to use diplomacy. A few hours now will determine the issue.

Blood from the Maghrabi's wounds slowly spread and clotted on the golden floor. Without, a confused murmur told of resuming preparations to smash in the door. And through it all, the dry clicking of the gems made itself audible, as the major sifted them with shaking fingers. "Well, men," the Master laughed dryly, "here they are! Here are the jewels of Jannati Shahr.

She slid two hundred yards on her air-cushions, over the close-cropped turf, slowed, came to rest there fronting the northern gate of Bara Jannati Shahr. And the shimmer of those golden walls, one mile to east of her, painted her all a strangely luminous yellow. Journey's end, at last! Without delay, everything was put in complete readiness for whatever eventualities might develop.

They still moved like men in a trance. Whether they could quite even realize the true character of Jannati Shahr seemed doubtful. The Inca's room of gold stunned Pizarro and his men. How much more, then, must a whole city of gold numb any concrete thought? Down, still down sank Nissr, now beginning to circle in broad, descending spirals, seeking where she might land.

Better was it to fling these holy things from the cabin window, out into the night? Better the certainty that the desert sands, far below, would inevitably drift over them, forever burying them from the sight of his people; or better the chance that the Master, after all, really intended to deliver them back into Moslem hands at Bara Jannati Shahr?

Here, there, white dots were visible; human figures, surely the figures of men in snowy burnouses, on the ramparts of heavy metal. The Master smiled, and nodded. "My men think they are surprised," he mused. "What will these Jannati Shahr men think, when I have opened my little box of tricks and shown them what's inside?" He pressed a button on the rail.

Not even leather sacks. Just bins, like so much wheat." "The shining wheat of Araby!" "Of the whole Orient!" They fell silent, peering with fixed attention. And gradually some calm returned to the others. At the door, too, the turmoil had ceased. No doubt the Jannati Shahr men, baffled, had sent for much gunpowder to blow in the massive planking. That silence became ominous.

"Faith, but they've got a padlock on that, big enough to hold the Pearly Gates!" "It is only a question, now, of the key," put in Leclair, with French precision. "Faith, here's a trap!" the Irishman continued. "A trap, for you! And thirteen rats in it! Lucky, eh?" "In Jananti Shahr," the memory of a sentence flashed to the Master, "we do not anoint rats' heads with jasmine oil!"

It is no aspersion on their bravery to say that more than one among them had already begun inwardly to curse this wild-goose chase into Jannati Shahr. It all had now begun to assume absolutely the appearance of a well-formulated plan of treachery. Even the Master gave recognition to this appearance, by saying again: "Be ready for a quick draw. But whatever you do, don't be the aggressor.

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