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Updated: May 28, 2025
"Now go your ways, accursed wanderers," cried the Khan as he thrust us from the quay, "and pray the Spirit of the Mountain that the old Rat and his pupil your love, Yellow-beard, your love are not watching you in their magic glass. For if so we may meet again."
"Give us a night's start and let her search never so closely, she shall not find us." "You forget, Wanderer, that she and her old Rat have arts. Those who knew where to meet you might know where to seek you. And yet, and yet, it would be rare to see her rage. 'Oh, Yellow-beard, where are you, Yellow-beard? he went on, mimicking his wife's voice.
"If you believe that perhaps you had best stay where you are till the Khania wearies of Yellow-beard and opens the gates for you," he replied, eyeing me with his cunning glance. "I think not," I said, and we started, the Khan leading the way and motioning us to be silent.
I loathe to be in the same room with her; she taints the air; there is a smell of sorceries about her. "It seems that it takes you thus also, Yellow-beard? Well, if so, ask the old Rat for a love drink; he can mix it, and then you will think her sweet and sound and fair, and spend some few months jollily enough. Man, don't be a fool, the cup that is thrust into your hands looks goodly.
'Come back and let me melt your ice, Yellow-beard." Again he laughed; then said suddenly "When can you be ready?" "In half an hour," I answered. "Good. Go to your chambers and prepare. I will join you there presently." So we went. We reached our rooms, meeting no one in the passages, and there made our preparations.
"You think me a coward," he went on passionately, "and it is true, I am afraid of him and her as you, Yellow-beard, will be afraid when your turn comes. I tell you that they sapped my strength and crazed me with their drugged drink, making me the thing I am, for who can war against their wizardries? Look you now.
So it has come about as was foretold by the old Rat. After all, I should have hunted Atene, not you, though now she lives to avenge me, for her own sake, not mine. Yellow-beard, she hunts you too and with deadlier hounds than these, those of her thwarted passions. Forgive me and fly to the Mountain, Yellow-beard, whither I go before you, for there one dwells who is stronger than Atene."
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