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Updated: May 11, 2025
Tanit-Zerga had suddenly given him a name, El Mellen, the white one, for the magnificent mehari had an almost spotless coat. Once he went two days without eating, merely picking up here and there a branch of an acacia tree whose hideous white spines, four inches long, filled me with fear for our friend's oesophagus.
"I remember from my childhood," she said, "the vision of a yellow and rose-colored sun rising through the morning mists over the smooth waves of a great river, 'the river where there is water, the Niger, it was.... But you are not listening to me." "I am listening to you, I swear it, little Tanit-Zerga." "You are sure I am not wearying you? You want me to go on?"
"A hundred and twenty miles, that makes seven days?" "Seven days at the least, Tanit-Zerga." "How far is it to the first well?" "Thirty-five miles." The little girl's face contracted somewhat. But she braced up quickly. "We must set out at once." "Set out on foot, Tanit-Zerga!" She stamped her foot. I marveled to see her so strong. "We must go," she repeated.
"Let him go," said Tanit-Zerga. "Galé has jumped on." I felt a tuft of bristly hair under my arm. The mongoose had followed our footsteps and rejoined us. I heard the quick panting of the brave little creature becoming gradually slower and slower. "I am happy," murmured Tanit-Zerga. Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh had not been mistaken. We reached the gour as the sun rose. I looked back.
I was sick and this Sister of Charity in green and bronze silk tended me with such care as never was before. The two wild beasts, the big and the little, were there, each side of my couch, and, during my delirium, I saw their mysterious, sad eyes fixed on me. In her melodious voice, Tanit-Zerga told me wonderful stories, and among them, the one she thought most wonderful, the story of her life.
"Let us work this out. I must begin by consulting Morhange." I was ravenously hungry. The gong which Tanit-Zerga had pointed out lay within arm's reach. I struck it. A white Targa appeared. "Show me the way to the library," I ordered. He obeyed. As we wound our way through the labyrinth of stairs and corridors I realized that I could never have found my way without his help.
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