“There will be dancers and singers to make the feast worthy?” “At such a time it will be so.” “Then this thou shalt do. See to it that I shall be among the singers, and when all have danced and sung, that I shall sing, and be brought before Kaid.” “Inshallah! It shall be so. Thou dost desire to see Kaid--in truth, thou hast memory, beloved.” She made a gesture of despair. “Go upon thy business. Dost thou not desire the blood of Achmet and the bridge-opener?” Mahommed laughed, and joyfully beat his breast, with whispered exclamations, and made ready to go. “And thou?” he asked. “Am I not welcome here?” she replied wearily. “O, my sister, thou art the master of my life and all that I have,” he exclaimed, and a moment afterwards he was speeding towards Kaid’s Palace. For the first time since the day of his banishment Achmet the Ropemaker was invited to Kaid’s Palace. Coming, he was received with careless consideration by the Prince. Behind his long, harsh face and sullen eyes a devil was raging, because of all his plans that had gone awry, and because the man he had sought to kill still served the Effendina, putting a blight upon Egypt. To-morrow he, Achmet, must go into the desert with the army, and this hated Inglesi would remain behind to have his will with Kaid. The one drop of comfort in his cup was the fact that the displeasure of the Effendina against himself was removed, and that he had, therefore, his foot once more inside the Palace. When he came back from the war he would win his way to power again. Meanwhile, he cursed the man who had eluded the death he had prepared for him. With his own eyes had he not seen, from the hill top, the train plunge to destruction, and had he not once more got off his horse and knelt upon his sheepskin and given thanks to Allah--a devout Arab obeying the sunset call to prayer, as David had observed from the train? One by one, two by two, group by group, the unveiled dancers came and went; the singers sang behind the screen provided for them, so that none might see their faces, after the custom. At last, however, Kaid and his guests grew listless, and smoked and talked idly. Yet there was in the eyes of Kaid a watchfulness unseen by any save a fellah who squatted in a corner eating sweetmeats, and a hidden singer waiting until she should be called before the Prince Pasha. The singer’s glances continually flashed between Kaid and Achmet. At last, with gleaming eyes, she saw six Nubian slaves steal silently behind Achmet. One, also, of great strength, came suddenly and stood before him. In his hands was a leathern thong.