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Let the worst befall, provided only that he be safe!" The carriage moved slowly up the Muskj Street, through dense crowds of people. It was market day, and the street was thronged with people, who complained so loudly of the intruding carriage and horsemen that Sitta Nefysseh, aroused from her meditations, leaned forward and drew the window curtains aside.
Oh, my Youssouf, there is a bright future in store for us; you will recover, and be strong and happy!" "I am already well," murmured he. "All is well with me, Sitta Nefysseh, for you love me, and in your love I shall regain health and strength." His lips cease to speak, and a tremor courses through his whole being. "Youssouf!" cries she, in tones of anguish "Youssouf!
"You have deserved your reward, and you shall have it! I appoint you kachef of my guard, and give you a command of one hundred Mamelukes." Youssouf's countenance lighted up, and his eyes sparkled with delight. He thought of Sitta Nefysseh, and rejoiced in his successful feat, and 'in his reward, because she would be pleased.
And now go, Youssouf, and let this be my farewell greeting! Think of me when you go out to battle, think that your glory is my pride!" "I am going," said he, in a choking voice. "I am going, and to die, Sitta Nefysseh!" "To die? No, Youssouf," cried she. "No, not to die." "I must, for you drive me from you; you send me to confront the death-dealing bullets.
Friends and confidants sit down to converse with each other, but unfortunately we are neither," replied she, composedly, as she seated herself on the ottoman with the dignity of a princess. Cousrouf remaining standing, Sitta Nefysseh raised her hand and pointed to the divan. "To the viceroy belongs the seat of honor. I beg your highness to take that seat."
"The only proof of your gratitude that I ask is, that you stand united. Thank me by pronouncing my name when you stand side by side on the battle-field, from which you have driven the enemy!" "We will do so. Your name will I pronounce when I go out to battle! And your name will my lips utter, O Sitta Nefysseh, when I sink down upon the bloody field!"
The white silk dress, inworked with crimson roses, enfolded her closely, displaying the contour of her graceful form. The sunlight pierced the airy latticework of the kiosk, around which clustered roses and orange-blossoms, and shed a soft light over her charming countenance. The veil, which Sitta Nefysseh only wears when she goes into the streets or meets strangers in her house, is laid aside.
"That is to say," cried Cousrouf, in angry tones "that is to say, Sitta Nefysseh, Mourad Bey's widow raises soldiers in her house for the army of our enemy!" "Could your highness expect Mourad Bey's the Mameluke chieftain's widow to raise soldiers for the enemies of her deceased husband?" asked she, throwing her head back proudly. "Yet let me remark this: my expression was badly chosen.
She swept down the marble stairway to her carriage, as if about to take a drive. "Sitta Nefysseh, it will not be necessary to enter your carriage," said the cadi, who had followed her. "We shall only have to pass through that little side-door to be in the sheik's house."
He has not gone out to battle, he remains in Cairo, and is the faithful servant of his gracious mistress, Sitta Nefysseh." "That I know. I have not come on a hostile errand, but merely to speak to him. Where is he?" "Where he always is, master, with his gracious mistress.
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