Natural history -- Sahara; Sahara -- Description and travel
In no time camels were hurried in from grazing and a band of
well-mounted men armed with rifles—which had appeared mysteriously
from cunning places of hiding—streamed out of camp on the clear,
fresh tracks of Yofa and urged their camels into a steady, ungainly
run, while Bezzou alone stood aside and watched them go.
Meanwhile Rali lay upon his couch on the sand, fitfully groaning
in pain and calling upon Allah to bring down curses on the head of
the faithless one.
But, in time, general peacefulness settled on the camp as the morning
advanced. One by one, the women departed in divers directions,
driving their herds of goats before them to place of grazing,
or set out to gather herbs or firewood.
In due course the hour had come for which Rali had planned and
waited; and thereupon he rose slowly from his couch and limped
painfully to the hutments of Bezzou.
Once there, he begged shelter from the sun of the old woman who
answered his summons. But no sooner had he set foot indoors than
his pitiful demeanour underwent startling change and he sprang with
agility upon the woman to seize her in powerful grasp and force
her to the ground, where he speedily gagged and bound her securely.
Sound of the scuffle disturbed Bezzou, who had been sleeping in
an inner chamber, and he was in the act of entering the room to
inquire the cause of it when Rali was upon him like a whirlwind
with naked knife in his hand. Whereupon ensued a terrible combat, as
the two strong men locked in grasp of deadly intent, and panted and
struggled and staggered with the excessive strength of bitter hatred.
But Rali had the advantage of having taken his enemy by surprise,
and gradually he improved his hold, until, suddenly, with one great
effort, he freed his hand from the grasp of his powerful opponent,
and buried his knife deep in Bezzou’s heart.
And, as he looked up from his exertions, Kahena stood in the doorway
of the inner chamber with eyes filled with tears yet sparkling
with gladness.
“Rali!” she cried softly, “last night I heard your voice;
to-day I knew you would come.”
Without time for words of affection, Rali exclaimed:
“Quick, child! retire, seek some clothes of Bezzou’s women and
change thy garb with all speed and cover thy fair face well; the
men of this camp, who have been enticed away in pursuit of Yofa, who
came hither with me to seek thee, may return at any moment. Follow
me outdoors when thou art disguised. I go to catch our camels.”
And, with parting glance of deep satisfaction upon the dead man
who had sinned so deeply against him, Rali went forth from the hut,
still calling, at intervals, his lamentations of misfortune so that
no woman or child remaining in camp should suspect him of deceit.
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