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Youssouf looked at him with an expression of dismay and anxiety. "I mean, you love her as it beseems every faithful servant to love his mistress-you are ready to do her every service?" "Yes, sarechsme, so do I love her," replied Youssouf, in low tones. "Then listen! Come close to me it is a secret. I tell you of it for your mistress's sake; reward me by letting no one know who told you."
They instantly ceased speaking, and saluted him with profound obeisance. "I know," continued he, in milder tones, "that sympathy for me prompted your inquiries, and will therefore tell you where I have been. I rode last night, entirely alone, to Damanhour, where I knew Youssouf Bey lay with his men. I wished to learn if we could reach them in time, and therefore rode with the wings of the wind.
"She drives me from her like a miserable dog whom she will not tolerate on the threshold of her door." "No, Youssouf," replied Sitta Nefysseh, sadly. "No! His mistress only points out to Youssouf the road he must pursue in order to become one day a hero, and the first and foremost of all the Mameluke beys. There is a higher bliss than domestic happiness, and that is the pursuit of glory.
And now, I think, we have had attempts enough at peace-making. I will draw the sword again, and my armies shall take the field against these insolent rebels. Youssouf Bey, my lieutenant, leads the first column, and the second, my Mohammed Ali, the second you will lead!" "I thank you, highness, and I promise to lead my soldiers to battle and victory, or to be brought back with the dead!"
She arose and threw back her veil to wipe away the tears that burned her eyes. Suddenly she trembled, a deep blush overspreading her countenance. She saw the young kachef Youssouf coming up the walk. She saw his proud, erect figure, his countenance full of youthful freshness and nobility. She drew heir veil more closely about her; but the veil cannot hide the brightness of her eyes.
I entreat you to cause searching inquiries to be made, and to hold to a strict accountability those who so shamefully deserted me." Cousrouf Pacha felt deeply touched by the anguish and despair of his favorite, and perhaps he also felt a foreboding rise in his heart that Mohammed Ali was still his enemy, and was seeking revenge for his long-since-destroyed happiness. "You are right, Youssouf Bey.
No one in the house knew of this vault; Sitta Nefysseh had confided it to the kachef Youssouf only, and they two had conveyed all her valuables to this hiding place. When all was completed, and the Sitta had retired to her apartments, Youssouf announced himself, and, upon being admitted, stepped humbly forward, fell on his knees, and handed her the keys. She looked at him in surprise.
The water rushes past them, almost carrying their feet from under them. It already reaches their shoulders, and they can hardly retain their foothold. Kachef Youssouf must have been deceived. A wave, driven by the night-wind, rolls by and sweeps Mohammed with it. Osman Bey sees his friend torn from his side, rushes after him, grasps him with his strong arm, and holds him securely.
He lay there gazing out into the night, considering the viceroy's plans, and also considering whether it would be advisable to obey his instructions. Youssouf Bey is to have all the glory of victory, but Mohammed is to share defeat with him. If Youssouf Bey is victorious, Mohammed must return to Cairo with his troops, and the former will have reaped all the honors of the campaign.
Youssouf, the major-domo, is setting the table with flowers and lighted candles in the dining-tent. After a while he comes to the door of our sleeping-tents to inform us, with due ceremony, that dinner is served; and we sit down to our repast in the midst of the swarming Edomites and the wandering Zingari as peacefully and properly as if we were dining at the Savoy. The night darkens around us.
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