Mahommed’s eyes blazed, his dark skin blackened like a coal, and he muttered maledictions between his teeth. “... In the morning there was a horror upon me, for which there is no name. But I laughed also when I took a dagger and stole from the harem to find him in the quarters beyond the women’s gate. I found him, but I held my hand, for one was with him who spake with a tone of anger and of death, and I listened. Then, indeed, I rejoiced for thee, for I have found thee a road to honour and fortune. The man was a bridge-opener--” “Ah!--O, light of a thousand eyes, fruit of the tree of Eden!” cried Mahommed, and fell on his knees at her feet, and would have kissed them, but that, with a cry, she said: “Nay, nay, touch me not. But listen.... Ay, it was Achmet who sought to drown thy Pasha in the Nile. Thou shalt find the man in the little street called Singat in the Moosky, at the house of Haleel the date-seller.” Mahommed rocked backwards and forwards in his delight. “Oh, now art thou like a lamp of Paradise, even as a star which leadeth an army of stars, beloved,” he said. He rubbed his hands together. “Thy witness and his shall send Achmet to a hell of scorpions, and I shall slay the bridge-opener with my own hand--hath not the Effendina secretly said so to me, knowing that my Pasha, the Inglesi, upon whom be peace for ever and forever, would forgive him. Ah, thou blossom of the tree of trees--” She rose hastily, and when he would have kissed her hand she drew back to the wall. “Touch me not--nay, then, Mahommed, touch me not--” “Why should I not pay thee honour, thou princess among women? Hast thou not the brain of a man, and thy beauty, like thy heart, is it not--” She put out both her hands and spoke sharply. “Enough, my brother,” she said. “Thou hast thy way to great honour. Thou shalt yet have a thousand feddans of well-watered land and slaves to wait upon thee. Get thee to the house of Haleel. There shall the blow fall on the head of Achmet, the blow which was mine to strike, but that Allah stayed my hand that I might do thee and thy Pasha good, and to give the soul-slayer and the body-slayer into the hands of Kaid, upon whom be everlasting peace!” Her voice dropped low. “Thou saidst but now that I had beauty. Is there yet any beauty in my face?” She lowered her yashmak and looked at him with burning eyes. “Thou art altogether beautiful,” he answered, “but there is a strangeness to thy beauty like none I have seen; as if upon the face of an angel there fell a mist--nay, I have not words to make it plain to thee.” With a great sigh, and yet with the tenseness gone from her eyes, she slowly drew the veil up again till only her eyes were visible. “It is well,” she answered. “Now, I have heard that to-morrow night Prince Kaid will sit in the small court-yard of the blue tiles by the harem to feast with his friends, ere the army goes into the desert at the next sunrise. Achmet is bidden to the feast.” “It is so, O beloved!”