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Updated: June 14, 2025
Thus the Defender read, and having read, closed the book and threw it on the ground, saying "Such is the record, O Mother, sum it up as thou hast been given wisdom." Then the Khania, who all this time had stood cold and impassive, stepped forward to speak, and with her her uncle, the Shaman Simbri.
Presently he let it fall, and from that satchel which he wears about his neck drew out another tress of hair oh! Simbri, my uncle, the loveliest hair that ever eyes beheld, for it was soft as silk, and reached from my coronet to the ground. Moreover, no raven's wing in the sunshine ever shone as did that fragrant tress. "'Yours is beautiful, he said, 'but see, they are not the same.
It was a very ancient door; the light streamed through cracks where its panels had rotted, and from the room beyond came the sound of voices, those of the Shaman Simbri and the Khania. "Have you learned aught, my niece?" I heard him say, and also heard her answer "A little. A very little."
"Doubtless, Khania; but what is written?" "Tell him, Shaman." Now Simbri passed behind the curtain and returned thence with a roll from which he read: "The heavens have declared by their signs infallible that before the next new moon, the Khan Rassen will lie dead at the hands of the stranger lord who came to this country from across the mountains."
It may have been ten o'clock on the following morning, or a little past it, when the Shaman Simbri came into my room and asked me how I had slept. "Like a log," I answered, "like a log. A drugged man could not have rested more soundly." "Indeed, friend Holly, and yet you look fatigued." "My dreams troubled me somewhat," I answered. "I suffer from such things.
Now, I grew suspicious, fearing lest some harm had come to Leo, though how to discover the truth I knew not. In my anxiety I tried to convey a note to him, written upon a leaf of a water-gained pocket-book, but the yellow-faced servant refused to touch it, and Simbri said drily that he would have naught to do with writings which he could not read.
Yet she never paused or doubted, but so swiftly that we scarce could follow her, flitted up the wide stone stair that led to the topmost tower. Up, still up, until we reached the chamber where had dwelt Simbri the Shaman, that same chamber whence he was wont to watch his stars, in which Atene had threatened us with death.
"Remember the dead heaped upon the plains of Kaloon. Remember the departing of the Shaman Simbri with his message and the words that she spoke then. Remember the passing of the Hesea from the Mountain point. Stranger from the West, surely as to-morrow's sun must rise, as she went, so she will return again, and in my borrowed garment I await her advent."
For a moment she rested on his arm, then shook herself free of him and took the proffered hand of her old uncle Simbri. "I see," said Ayesha, "that as ever, thou art courteous, my lord Leo, but it is best that her own servant should take charge of her, for she may hide more daggers. Come, the day grows, and surely we need rest."
"Ah! perhaps you guessed that in the Gate-house yonder, if you have not forgotten what most men would remember." "I remember certain things, Simbri, that have to do with her and you." The Shaman only stroked his beard and said: "Proceed!" "There is little to add, Simbri, except that I am not minded to bring scandal on the name of the first lady in your land."
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