Presently, upon the silence, her voice sharp with agony said: “I am a leper, and I go to that desert place which my lord has set apart for lepers, where, dead to the world, I shall watch the dreadful years come and go. Behold, I would die, but that I have a sister there these many years, and her sick soul lives in loneliness. O my lord, forgive me! Here was I happy; here of old I did sing to thee, and I came to sing to thee once more a death-song. Also, I came to see thee do justice, ere I went from thy face for ever.” Kaid’s head was lowered on his breast. He shuddered. “Thou art so beautiful--thy voice, all! Thou wouldst see justice--speak! Justice shall be made plain before thee.” Twice she essayed to speak, and could not; but from his sweetmeats and the shadows Mahommed crept forward, kissed the ground before Kaid, and said: “Effendina, thou knowest me as the servant of thy high servant, Claridge Pasha.” “I know thee--proceed.” “Behold, she whom God has smitten, man smote first. I am her foster-brother--from the same breast we drew the food of life. Thou wouldst do justice, O Effendina; but canst thou do double justice--ay, a thousandfold? Then”--his voice raised almost shrilly--“then do it upon Achmet Pasha. She--Zaida--told me where I should find the bridge-opener.” “Zaida once more!” Kaid murmured. “She had learned all in Achmet’s harem--hearing speech between Achmet and the man whom thou didst deliver to my hands yesterday.” “Zaida-in Achmet’s harem?” Kaid turned upon her. Swiftly she told her dreadful tale, how, after Achmet had murdered all of her except her body, she rose up to kill herself; but fainting, fell upon a burning brazier, and her hand thrust accidentally in the live coals felt no pain. “And behold, O my lord, I knew I was a leper; and I remembered my sister and lived on.” So she ended, in a voice numbed and tuneless. Kaid trembled with rage, and he cried in a loud voice: “Bring Achmet forth.” As the slave sped upon the errand, David laid a hand on Kaid’s arm, and whispered to him earnestly. Kaid’s savage frown cleared away, and his rage calmed down; but an inflexible look came into his face, a look which petrified the ruined Achmet as he salaamed before him. “Know thy punishment, son of a dog with a dog’s heart, and prepare for a daily death,” said Kaid. “This woman thou didst so foully wrong, even when thou didst wrong her, she was a leper.” A low cry broke from Achmet, for now when death came he must go unclean to the after-world, forbidden Allah’s presence. Broken and abject he listened.