British -- Asia -- Fiction; Women physicians -- Fiction
“Then we shall end up with a big fight, I presume, and the result will
be much the same in the fort as it would be here. Come, North, don’t
let us give up hope too soon. If the worst comes to the worst, the
ladies have revolvers and can use them--and I don’t know two women
anywhere who would be more certain to use them if it was necessary.
Just you go to the tent and tell them quietly the state of affairs,
while I inform Abd-ur-Rahim that we accept his offer of a night’s
lodging. Then you and Kustendjian had better come and be presented. We
will do everything in style, and with the most lively imitation
possible of perfect confidence. The great thing is to avoid giving
them the slightest excuse or opportunity of depriving us of our arms.”
Doggedly and unwillingly Dick took his way to the tent, while
Stratford returned to Abd-ur-Rahim, who had remained stationary, with
his immediate followers, during the colloquy. But he had profited by
the interval to draw closer the cordon of armed men of whom Stratford
had caught sight behind the rocks, and it was evident that, if such a
fight as that contemplated by Dick had taken place, there would have
been no possibility of escape for any member of the English party.
“I must apologise for keeping you waiting so long, Abd-ur-Rahim,” said
Stratford, as he approached. “My friend is a great soldier, and very
zealous in carrying out the business with which we are charged. He
feared to lose even this half-day’s journey; but I have succeeded in
making him see that it is the act of a wise man to accept rest and
refreshment whenever it is proffered by one worthy of respect.”
“Truly the wisdom of my lord is great!” responded Abd-ur-Rahim, a
smile of gratification curling his white moustache, while an officer
behind him muttered to a companion some words in Ethiopian which
sounded to Stratford like, “It is not so easy to hoodwink the soldier
as the man of many words,” a remark which was distinctly unjust to the
listener. He made no sign of having heard it, however, but went on
speaking to Abd-ur-Rahim in Arabic.
“There is only one thing I should like to say before we accept your
hospitality, Abd-ur-Rahim. It is our habit to guard with great
jealousy the women of our party. I believe your own custom in Ethiopia
is much the same, and you will not, therefore, take it amiss if we
surround them closely while on our march with you?”
“Surely not,” responded Abd-ur-Rahim, somewhat puzzled. “The customs
of my lord’s land are even as our own, and his care for the household
of his master gives the lie to the shameless tales that have been told
me as to the habits of his nation. I have even heard it said that in
Khemistan the women of the English go about unveiled!”
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