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Updated: June 14, 2025
Hark! dost thou not hear them the lions, Harrik's lions, got out of the uttermost desert?" David could hear the distant roar, for the menagerie was even part of the palace itself. "Go in peace," continued Harrik soberly and with dignity, "and when Egypt is given to the infidel and Muslims are their slaves, remember that Harrik would have saved it for his Lord Mahomet, the Prophet of God."
Harrik's face turned pale; the stem of the narghileh shook in his fingers. All had been discovered, then! But there was a thing of dark magic here. It was not a half-hour since he had given the word to strike at midnight, to surround the Palace, and to seize the Prince Pasha. Achmet Higli, had betrayed him, then! Who other? No one else knew save Zaida, and Zaida was in the harem.
But the hour of deliverance draweth nigh. Be ready! To-night! So has the whisper gone." Harrik's eyes burned. "God is great," he said. "The time has come. The Christians spoil us. From France, from England, from Austria it is enough. Kaid has handed us over to the Greek usurers, the Inglesi and the Frank are everywhere.
It was dispassionate, judicial; it had neither hatred nor pity. It fell on Harrik's ear as though from some far height. Destiny, the controller who could escape it? Had he not heard the voices in the night "The lions are loosed upon thee"? He did not answer David now, but murmured to himself like one in a dream. David saw his mood, and pursued the startled mind into the pit of confusion.
Thy choice is not life or death, but how thou shalt die, and what thou shalt do for Egypt as thou diest. Thou didst love Egypt, Eminence?" David's voice dropped low, and his last words had a suggestion which went like an arrow to the source of all Harrik's crimes, and that also which redeemed him in a little. It got into his inner being.
Zaida!" he said gently, amazedly. She salaamed low. "Forgive me, O my lord!" she said, in a whispering voice, drawing her veil about her head. "It was my soul's desire to look upon thy face once more." "Whither didst thou go at Harrik's death? I sent to find thee, and give thee safety; but thou wert gone, none knew where." "O my lord, what was I but a mote in thy sun, that thou shouldst seek me?"
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