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"Some twenty thousand of the most precious parchments were privately carried by our Sufis to Medina, and thence, after many years, to Jannati Shahr. Here they still lie, in perfect form, clearly to be read. This is a treasure that would set the world of the Feringi ablaze and make thee as a god among thy people. Ask this gift, O Frank, and it shall be granted thee!
Undoubtedly hard as this was to understand, and much as it contradicted Rrisa's prediction the attitude of these Jannati Shahr folk was friendly. Unless, indeed, all this meant ambush. But to look into those grave, deep eyes, to see that furrowed countenance of noble, straight-forward uprightness, seemed to negative any such suspicion.
Is it not better that these very precious things be kept in greater safety at the Jannati Shahr? Come, Rrisa! Arise!" The orderly made no move, uttered no sound. The Master dragged him up, held him, peered into his face that had gone quite ashen under its brown. "Why, Lord! the man has fainted dead away!" exclaimed the Master.
The Master felt, as well he might, that he absolutely held the whip hand of the Jannati Shahr people. Elation shone in his face and in the faces of all.
Better was it to fling these holy things from the cabin window, out into the night? Better the certainty that the desert sands, far below, would inevitably drift over them, forever burying them from the sight of his people; or better the chance that the Master, after all, really intended to deliver them back into Moslem hands at Bara Jannati Shahr?
Here, there, white dots were visible; human figures, surely the figures of men in snowy burnouses, on the ramparts of heavy metal. The Master smiled, and nodded. "My men think they are surprised," he mused. "What will these Jannati Shahr men think, when I have opened my little box of tricks and shown them what's inside?" He pressed a button on the rail.
Nothing was left running but one engine, at half-speed, to furnish current for the apparatus the Master had decided to use in dealing with the Jannati Shahr folk in case of need some of this having been evolved on the run from Mecca.
And we are the first white men in all the world to look on it the Golden City of Jannati Shahr!" Stupefaction overcame the Flying Legion. The sight of this perfectly incredible city, which even yet despite its obvious character they could not believe as reality, for a little while deprived all the observers of coherent thought.
She slid two hundred yards on her air-cushions, over the close-cropped turf, slowed, came to rest there fronting the northern gate of Bara Jannati Shahr. And the shimmer of those golden walls, one mile to east of her, painted her all a strangely luminous yellow. Journey's end, at last! Without delay, everything was put in complete readiness for whatever eventualities might develop.
The Jannati Shahr men began kicking off their babooshes and sliding their naked feet into light slippers, rows upon rows of which stood under the portico. The Master and Leclair quickly put off their shoes and took slippers; the others followed suit. But not without unwillingness did the Master make the change.
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