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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Afahlehle," the Targa repeated, and shook his head. Bou-Djema died in the middle of the night without having regained consciousness. "It is curious," said Morhange, "to see how our expedition, uneventful since we left Ouargla, is now becoming exciting." He said this after kneeling for a moment in prayer before the painfully dug grave in which we had lain the guide. I do not believe in God.
What do you mean, Emile?" "I was only wondering. The sea breeds a great many boys like Ruffo, you know. But they don't all get Khali Targa cigarettes given to them, for all that." "That's true. I have never seen Vere pay any particular attention to the fishermen who come to the island. In a way she loves them all because they belong to the sea, she loves them as a décor. But Ruffo is different.
With fixed eyes, I guided the beast toward the gour which the Targa had pointed out, its ridge becoming higher and higher against the paling sky. The speed caused a little breeze to whistle in our ears. Great tufts of retem, like fleshless skeletons, were tossed to right and left. I heard the voice of Tanit-Zerga whispering: "Stop the camel." At first I did not understand.
Then a Targa slave will advance toward me. I shall shiver with superb ecstasy. He will touch my arm. And it will be my turn to penetrate into eternity by the bleeding door of love. "When I emerged from my meditation, I found myself back in the library, where the falling night obscured the shadows of the people who were assembled there.
"It was Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh," repeated the Targa with imperturbable calm. "Captain Masson and Colonel Flatters had left the convoy to look for the well," said Morhange, laughing. "It was then that the Tuareg attacked them," I finished, laughing as hard as I could. "A Targa of Ahagga seized the bridle of Captain Masson's horse," said Morhange.
"For you will come back; and when that day comes, do not count on the help of Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh." "I will come back?" I asked, shuddering. "You will come back," the Targa replied. He was standing erect, a black statue against the wall of gray rock. "You will come back," he repeated with emphasis.
"Here it is," said the Targa. A black hole in the wall opened up. Bending over, Eg-Anteouen entered. We followed him. The darkness closed around us. A yellow flame. Eg-Anteouen had struck his flint. He set fire to a pile of brush near the surface. At first we could see nothing. The smoke blinded us. Eg-Anteouen stayed at one side of the opening of the cave.
"You have seen him, then?" "Smoking ten of my special Khali Targa cigarettes, with his bare toes cocked up, and one hand drooping into the Saint's Pool." Hermione smiled. "My cigarettes! They're common property here," she said. "That boy can't be a pure-bred Neapolitan, surely. And yet he speaks the language. There's no mistaking the blow he gives to the last syllable of a sentence."
The Targa went to it and filled a copper cup with the water. "Drink," he said, holding it out to each of us in turn. We obeyed. "Drink again," he ordered. "You will save just so much of the contents of your water skins. Now try not to be thirsty before sunset." He looked over the saddle girths. "That's all right," he murmured. "Now go. In two hours the dawn will be here. You must be out of sight."
Get me away from here." "Not so loud," she whispered. "There is a white Targa on guard at the door." "Take me away; save me," I repeated. "That is what I came for," she said simply. I looked at her. She no longer was wearing her beautiful red silk tunic. A plain white haik was wrapped about her; and she had drawn one corner of it over her head.
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