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"You beeldar!" cried he, "why do you not unsheath your sword?" "My sword," replied Yussuf, "is of that temper, that it must not too long glance in the eyes of the Commander of the Faithful." The caliph appeared satisfied, and turning to the first beeldar, commanded him to strike. In a moment the head of the robber was lying on the ground.
Once when resisting the pressure and the threats of war of a foreign diplomatist, he had, after a trying hour, written to Faith in a burst of passionate complaint, and his letter had ended with these words. "In your onward march, O men, White of face, in promise whiter, You unsheath the sword, and then Blame the wronged as the fighter.
Your majesty, I have therefore complied with the wishes of my brother, the Archduke John; I have come to you, but only to say to my lord and emperor: Your majesty, I implore you, in the name of your people and your throne, do not yet unsheath the sword! Wait until our army is ready for the contest, and until our armaments are completed. Do not plunge rashly into war, lest victory escape us.
The caliph ordered three of the beeldars each to seize and blindfold a prisoner, to open their upper garments ready, to unsheath their swords, and wait for the word of command. The three beeldars made their obeisance, obeyed the command, placing the criminals in a kneeling position, resting on their hams, with their necks bare, and their eyes covered.
"All right, then," answered Dawes, and before the younger man knew where he was, he was staggering backwards from a blow across the face. The whole night went black. He tore off his overcoat and coat, dodging a blow, and flung the garments over Dawes. The latter swore savagely. Morel, in his shirt-sleeves, was now alert and furious. He felt his whole body unsheath itself like a claw.
WEILER. On with the order of the day! Proceed! REDING. Confederates! Have all gentler means been tried? Perchance the emperor knows not of our wrongs, It may not be his will that thus we suffer: Were it not well to make one last attempt, And lay our grievances before the throne, Ere we unsheath the sword?
So he saw that Peik had been out with his fooling rods and had cheated him again, and now he would set off at once and slay him. When the King came, Peik stood out by the barn door. "Wouldn't it boil?" he asked. "No, it would not, and you shall smart for it," said the King, about to unsheath his knife. "I can well believe that," said Peik, "for you did not take the block, too."
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