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Updated: June 11, 2025
On receiving the orders of the king he burned to signalize himself by some sudden incursion into the kingdom of Granada that should give a brilliant commencement to the war, and should console the sovereigns for the insult they had received in the capture of Zahara.
Coincident with the crash made by his falling body came the loud bang of a door. The Spaniard had gone. "By God, sir! It's murder, it's murder!" cried the same husky voice which had commented upon the beauty of Zahara. There was a mingling, purposeless movement. Someone ran to the door to find that it was locked from the outside. Mr.
Old men, who had experienced the calamities of warfare, anticipated coming troubles. Mothers clasped their infants to their breasts as they beheld the hapless females of Zahara with their children expiring in their arms. On every side the accents of pity for the sufferers were mingled with execrations of the barbarity of the king.
It had not always been so. In those early days in Cairo there had been an American boy. Zahara had never forgotten. Her beauty had bewildered him. He had wanted to take her to New York; and oh! how she had wanted to go. But her mother, who was then alive, had held other views, and he had gone alone. Heavens! How old she felt.
"My name," continued the other, "does not matter, but my business is to look into the affairs of other people, you understand?" Zahara, who understood from this that the man was some kind of inquiry agent, opened her blue eyes very widely and at the same time shook her head. "No," she protested; "what do you mean?"
Yet to her strange soul there was a challenge in his coldness and the joy of contest in the task of melting the ice of this English reserve. "Lots of money," he said bitterly; "we shall all do well to-night." Zahara did not reply for a moment. She wished to close this line of conversation which inadvertently she had opened up. So that, presently: "You look very lonely and bored," she said softly.
What she did not hear, and could not have understood had she heard, since it was uttered in Spanish, was the cry of exultant hatred which came from the lips of the taller man: "At last, Miguel! at last! Though blind, you have found him! You have not failed. I shall not fail!" Zahara peeped through the carved screen at the assembled company.
"Oh! won't that be delightful?" cried Agnes, coming from the court into the room where her mother sat, with such a bound, that she filled with sympathetic excitement the heart of the small negro girl from beyond the Zahara, and caused her to rock the cradle too violently. "There, you've bumped it again; I knew you would!" said Mrs Langley, in tones of despair.
Safiyeh, who had very little English, had not understood this, and because presently she was to play upon the a'ood while Zahara danced the Dance of the Veils, Zahara had avoided informing her of the verdict of the company. Now as she peeped through the lattice in the screen she could see the Greek haggling with Grantham and a tall gray-haired man whom she supposed to be Sir Horace Tipton.
Michaud told me all about Dalmatia, for he was there. Niseron, being so handsome a man, captivated a Montenegrin girl of Zahara among the mountains, who was not averse to the French garrison. This lost her the good-will of her compatriots, and life in her own town became impossible after the departure of the French.
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