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Updated: May 13, 2025
But hear what happened: two years later, to the very day, when I was leaving the look-out, I discovered a miserable tattered creature, half dead from hunger and fatigue, searching in vain for the entrance to the northern barrier. It was Lieutenant Ghiberti, come back. He fills niche Number 39 in the red marble hall." The Targa smiled slightly.
When he was opposite my companion, I saw a tremor, immediately suppressed, run through both men. They looked at each other for an instant in silence. Then, bowing, and in a very calm voice, the Targa spoke: "Peace be with you, Lieutenant de Saint-Avit." In the same calm voice, André answered him: "Peace be with you, Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh."
With a gesture, he indicated the black mountain. "They are afraid. All the Tuareg of Ahaggar are afraid of the Mountain of the Evil Spirits. You saw how they were up and off at the very mention of its name." "It is to the Mountain of the Evil Spirits that you are taking us?" queried Morhange. "Yes," replied the Targa, "that is where the inscriptions are that I told you about."
It is eighteen miles from here. You should reach it by sunrise. Then consult your map. The next point is marked. If you do not stray from the line, you should be at the springs of Telemsi in eight days." The camel's neck was stretched toward the dark wind coming from the south. The Targa released the bridle with a sweep of his hand. "Now go."
The young man started. "It's nothing." "Vere, run in and get the Marchese a Khali Targa." The girl got up quickly. "No, no! I cannot permit I have another here." He opened his case. It was empty. Vere laughed. "You see!" She went off before he could say another word, and the Marchesino was alone for a moment with Hermione.
"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.
Deserta in ea sunt, Lempta, Hair, Zuenziga, Zanhaga a singulis opidis cognominibus, adpellata. Regna Targa, Bardoa et Gaoga, itidem ab opidis dicta. Sarra desertum. Continuatur huic regioni versus Meridiem Sarra, cujus longitudo a regno Gaoga ad regnum Gualata extenditur. Nigrita.
"It is," he answered me. "When do you expect to leave me?" "To-day. The road which Eg-Anteouen proposes to take into Ahaggar crosses this one about four leagues from here. I have a favor to ask of you in this connection." "Please tell me." "It is to let me take one of the two baggage camels, since my Targa has lost his."
He held the torch nearer the camel. "She is rattle-brained," he continued. "She only saddled him. No water, no food. At this hour, three days from now, all three of you would have been dead on the road, and on what a road!" Tanit-Zerga's teeth no longer chattered. She was looking at the Targa with a mixture of terror and hope.
The dagger fitted into my hand. I had been through Antinea's apartment only when guided, the first time by the white Targa, the second time, by the leopard. Yet I found the way again without trouble. Just before coming to the door with the rose window, I met a Targa. "Let me pass," I ordered. "Your mistress has sent for me." The man obeyed, stepping back. Soon a dim melody came to my ears.
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