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Updated: June 3, 2025
Even the Master's cold blood leaped and thrilled, at realization of what he was now beholding as the silver lamps swung from out-stretched hands. Bohannan, for once, was too dazed for exuberance. Only the Master could find words. "Well, men," said he, in even tones. "Here it is, at last. We're seeing something no Feringi ever saw before the hidden treasure of Jannati Shahr!"
I too know the story of the Bara Jannati Shahr but I have always thought it fable. Now, now ." "Faith!" interrupted the major, with sudden excitement. He smote the rail a blow with an agitated fist. "If that doesn't look like gold, I'm a ." "Gold?" burst out the Master, unable longer to control himself. "Of course it's gold!
Silence fell upon the banquet-hall, where still the thin, perfumed incense-smoke writhed aloft and where still the motionless Maghrabi men stood in those ominous lines along the silk-tapestried walls. "And what things," began the Olema, "doth thy heart desire, in this city of Jannati Shahr? Tell thy wish, and perchance it shall be granted thee!" The Master paused, deliberately.
And with swift gestures he flung back the enveloping folds of the blanket, as if only he, the Master, could do this thing. Then, as the Myzab and the Stone appeared, he drew from his pocket the Great Pearl Star, and laid that also on the cloth, crying in a loud voice: "O, Bara Miyan, and people of Jannati Shahr, behold!"
"Not all?" asked the woman. "I hardly think the Caliph el Walid's gold was ever brought to Jannati Shahr," he answered. "Coals to Newcastle, you know. And these jewels are not all uncut. Some are finely faceted, some uncut. But in the main Rrisa spoke the truth. He told what he believed." "Yes," assented the woman. Then she added: "Spartan simplicity, is it not? No elaborate coffers.
What, thought the Master, might be the meaning of all this? The Master had no time for speculation. The urgent problem of locating the Bara Jannati Shahr, beyond that inhospitable sierra, banished thoughts of all else. He inspected his charts, together with the air-liner's record of course and position. He slightly corrected the direction of flight.
"Thou hast used a heavy hand on the Apostate, O Sheik." "We of Jannati Shahr do not anoint rats' heads with jasmine oil. Tell me, Frank, how many men hast thou?" "Three-and-twenty, is it not so?" "Yea, it is so. Tell me, Bara Miyan, this whole pyramid " "Skulls, yea." "This is the Pyramid of Ayeshah that I have heard strange tales of?" the Master demanded, feeling even his hard nerves quiver.
Nevertheless, the passage offered a means of escaping from the crypt. And there, with the dead Maghrabi mudirs, the Legionaries could not stay. In a few minutes now, at most, the men of Jannati Shahr would be upon them. "Faith, what the devil now?" exclaimed Bohannan, now seeming quite rational, as he peered into the cramped corridor. "Where to Hell does this lead?"
Their morale remained perfect; their discipline, under the command of Grison left alone as they were in the midst of potentially hostile territory and with overwhelming masses of Mohammedans close at hand held them as firmly as did that of the advance guard now whirling up the wide, paved road to the gleaming gate of Jannati Shahr.
But they kept silence, though their eyes were busy; and presently through another smaller gate they all clattered into a hosh, or court, facing what obviously must have been the central citadel of Jannati Shahr. Bara Miyan pulled sharply on the red, silver-broidered reins and cut back the frothing lip of his barb.
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