The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and TreasonLe Queux, William
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The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and Treason
Le Queux, William
Science fiction
Shouting an expression of thanks I bent, and, unable to recover my lost
rifle in the frightful _mêlée_, snatched up the dead Arab's sword that
had so nearly caused my death, then fought on by my deliverer's side. His
wounds were many, for blood was flowing from cuts and gashes innumerable
in his bare black flesh, yet he appeared insensible to pain, striving
forward, gasping as he dealt each blow, determined to conquer.
The fight continued with unabated fury--the bloodshed was horrible. The
open square before the gate of the Kasbah was transformed into a
veritable slaughter-yard, the stones being slippery with blood, and
passage rendered difficult by the corpses that lay piled everywhere. At
last, however, while engaged in another warm corner, the shrill,
awe-inspiring war cry of the Dagombas again sounded above the tumult, and
turning, I saw that by some means our men had opened the great gate, and
that they were pouring into the spacious courtyards that I so well
remembered.
Our assault, though fiercely and savagely repelled, was at last
successful. We were entering the stronghold of Samory, and had achieved a
feat that the well-equipped expeditions of the French and English had
failed to accomplish.
The Arabs during the next quarter of an hour struggled bravely against
their adversity and fought with a dogged courage of which I had not
believed them capable. Soon, however, finding themselves conquered, they
cried for quarter. Had they known the peculiar temperament of the
Dagombas and the soldiers of Mo, they would never thus have implored
mercy. But they cried out, and some even sank on their knees in the blood
of their dead comrades, uttering piteous appeals. But the Arabs of Samory
had never shown mercy to the Dagombas or the people of Mo, and
consequently our army, in the first flush of their victory, filled with
the awful lust for blood, treated their cries with jeers, and as they
advanced into court after court within the great Kasbah walls, they fell
upon all they met, armed or unarmed, men or women, and massacred them
where they stood.
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