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Updated: June 3, 2025
They still moved like men in a trance. Whether they could quite even realize the true character of Jannati Shahr seemed doubtful. The Inca's room of gold stunned Pizarro and his men. How much more, then, must a whole city of gold numb any concrete thought? Down, still down sank Nissr, now beginning to circle in broad, descending spirals, seeking where she might land.
Others showed more critical interest, appreciation of the wonderful artistic effects of the carven gold in all its architectural developments under the skilled chisels of the Jannati Shahr folk. Still others manifested only greed. The eyes of such, feverishly devouring walls, cornices, pillars, seemed to say: "God! If we only had the smallest of these things, what a fortune that would mean!
It had been carved out in situ, the soft metal being fashioned with elaborate skill and long patience. Jannati Shahr seemed, on a larger scale and a vastly more magnificent plan, something like the hidden rock-city of Petra in the mountains of Edom a city wholly carved by the Edomites out of the solid granite, without a single stone having been laid in mortar.
"The most intense animosity of religious fanaticism will pursue us. If the news of our exploit has, in any unaccountable way such as the Arabs know how to employ, reached Jannati Shahr, we are in for a battle royal. If not, we still have a chance to use diplomacy. A few hours now will determine the issue.
His deep, regular breathing sounded in the gloom of the cabin that contained the Great Pearl Star, the Myzab, the sacred Black Stone of infinite veneration. An hour he slept. On, on roared Nissr, swaying, rising, falling a little as she hurled herself through the Arabian night toward the unknown Bara Jannati Shahr, hidden behind the Iron Mountains of mystery as yet unseen by any unbelieving eye.
More distinctly, now, the murmur of Arab voices was becoming audible. The Master leaped. Far below, at the bottom of the pit, as the Arabs burst into the wine-vault, sounded a final impact of some heavy body striking swift water that swept it instantly away. Then silence filled the black, rock-hewn chamber in the labyrinthine depths of Jannati Shahr. The Desert. Four men, one woman.
My judgment tells me there'll be no explosive dropped on Jannati Shahr. "We've got to fight this thing through, unaided. And at any rate, we don't have to limit ourselves to a peck or two of jewels. We've got them all, now or they've got us!" The irony of his tone made no impression on Bohannan. His mercurial temperament seemed to have gone quite to pieces, in view of the hoard.
This name, no doubt, originally applied only to the vast inner space surrounded by the Iron Mountains, seems to have come to be that of Jannati Shahr itself, when spoken of by its inhabitants. The gigantic executioner the strangler named Sa'ad, seized Abd el Rahman by the right arm. Musa, his tar-hued companion, gripped him by the left.
Infinitely preferable would stone or wood have been, for dwellings; but as Jannati Shahr was, so the Legion had to take it. And doubtless long generations of familiarity with it had made it wholly normal, pleasant, and innocuous to these super-Arabs.
All remained calm, though had you watched "Captain Alden," you would have seen her fingers twisting together till the blood almost started through the skin. The Master walked a few paces, turned and faced the squad. "Ready, men of Jannati Shahr?" asked he, with a smile. "We are ready, Unbeliever!" "Then fire!" Up came the rifles.
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