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I approached him and said some strange words which came into my head. He threw down his weapons and fled. I passed out of Uargla and strayed into the desert. Allah has guided my footsteps to you. You will save him, I feel it, I know it." "May Heaven grant your wishes!" said Monte-Cristo, as, leaving the tent, he summoned Jacopo and ordered him to get ready to depart at once.
She stretched her arms toward the south and mournfully said: "Little papa is down there, in the sultana's dungeon." "Do you mean Captain Joliette, whom you call little papa?" asked Monte-Cristo. "Yes." "And the sultana is Uargla, the mysterious city?" The young girl shivered as she replied: "Yes, Uargla. There he suffers and there, too, he will be killed."
A sudden thought darted through Monte-Cristo's brain. He rushed back to his tent. The couch was empty Spero was not there! The terrible truth burst on his mind. The attack had been only feigned. The bandits had stolen his boy! The strong man wept; but, as a hot tear fell on his hand, he shook his head like a lion aroused from his sleep, and shouted: "To horse! To horse! To Uargla!"
"What good did it do that I rescued Albert, the son of the Countess Mercedes, from the murderous flames of Uargla? Two years later he was shot in the coup d'état of December, and his mother died of a broken heart. "Maximilian Morrel and Valentine de Villefort met an early and a fearful death they fell victims to the insurrection of the Sepoys in India, in the year 1859.
The young girl bowed low in token of obedience, and the count began: "So you know Captain Joliette?" "Yes, he saved my life, and thereby became my lord and master." "You know who has captured him?" "Yes, they are the enemies of my race as they are of yours. They are called the Ajassuas and fear nothing and nobody oh, they are the emissaries from the regions below!" "Are they masters of Uargla?"
Come here and write." Maldar went toward a table upon which were writing materials, and, pressing a pen in Monte-Cristo's hand, he shoved a piece of paper toward him. The count was silent, and seated himself at the table. "I, the Count of Monte-Cristo," the Arabian began to dictate, "inform the Governor of Themcen that I am at Uargla, and have won the confidence of the Sultan Maldar.
He was very angry when he heard that the prisoners had been massacred. "Unfaithful, traitorous people!" he exclaimed at the mosque at Uargla. "Who told you to disobey my orders?" The Khouans begged pitifully for mercy. "Allah demands obedience," continued Maldar; "and now bring the young prisoner, who is waiting in front of the mosque, for the sentence."
"Here is a narrow pathway!" exclaimed the reporter suddenly. "Captain, lie down on the ground near me, and we can continue our little walk on all-fours." Albert followed the journalist's orders, and the next minute was lying on the ground near his companion. "Well done," said Gratillet. "Now we must be very careful, for it is pitch dark and banisters are unknown in Uargla.
"Forward to Uargla!" Monte-Cristo had exclaimed when he became aware of the loss of his son. Medje urged her horse close to that of the count; he noticed her, and a dark suspicion took possession of him. "Go back, you traitress!" he angrily exclaimed. "You have delivered my son over to the Khouans."
On the day Maldar had conversed with the saint a dense mass of people crowded about one of the chief gates of Uargla, and loud voices arose in the air. A horrible monster, all tattered and torn, had swung himself on a pile of stones, and begun to harangue the crowd. "You think you are acting wisely," he cried, "and yet you are only fools.
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