The Weavers: a tale of England and Egypt of fifty years ago - CompleteParker, Gilbert
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The Weavers: a tale of England and Egypt of fifty years ago - Complete
Parker, Gilbert
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A light stole over the superstitious face. “No device or hatred,
or plot, has prevailed against thee,” Kaid said eagerly. “Thou hast
defeated all--even when I turned against thee in the black blood of
despair. Thou hast conquered me even as thou didst Harrik.”
“Thou dost live,” returned David drily. “Thou dost live for Egypt’s
sake, even as Harrik died for Egypt’s sake, and as others shall die.”
“Death hath tracked thee down how often! Yet with a wave of the hand
thou hast blinded him, and his blow falls on the air. Thou art beset by
a thousand dangers, yet thou comest safe through all. Thou art an honest
man. For that I besought thee to stay with me. Never didst thou lie to
me. Good luck hath followed thee. Kismet! Stay with me, and it may be
I shall be safe also. This thought came to me in the night, and in the
morning was my reward, for Lacey effendi came to me and said, even as
I say now, that thou wilt bring me good luck; and even in that hour, by
the mercy of God, a loan much needed was negotiated. Allah be praised!”
A glint of humour shot into David’s eyes. Lacey--a loan--he read it
all! Lacey had eased the Prince Pasha’s immediate and pressing financial
needs--and, “Allah be praised!” Poor human nature--backsheesh to a
Prince regnant!
“Effendina,” he said presently, “thou didst speak of Harrik. One there
was who saved thee then--”
“Zaida!” A change passed over Kaid’s face.
“Speak! Thou hast news of her? She is gone?” Briefly David told him how
Zaida was found upon her sister’s grave. Kaid’s face was turned away as
he listened.
“She spoke no word of me?” Kaid said at last. “To whom should she
speak?” David asked gently. “But the amulet thou gavest her, set with
one red jewel, it was clasped in her hand in death.”
Suddenly Kaid’s anger blazed. “Now shall Achmet die,” he burst out.
“His hands and feet shall be burnt off, and he shall be thrown to the
vultures.”
“The Place of the Lepers is sacred even from thee, Effendina,” answered
David gravely. “Yet Achmet shall die even as Harrik died. He shall die
for Egypt and for thee, Effendina.”
Swiftly he drew the picture of Achmet at the monastery in the desert.
“I have done the unlawful thing, Effendina,” he said at last, “but thou
wilt make it lawful. He hath died a thousand deaths--all save one.”
“Be it so,” answered Kaid gloomily, after a moment; then his face
lighted with cynical pleasure as he scanned once more the faces of the
crowd before him. At last his eyes fastened on Nahoum. He turned to
David.
“Thou dost still desire Nahoum in his office?” he asked keenly.
A troubled look came into David’s eyes, then it cleared away, and he
said firmly: “For six years we have worked together, Effendina. I am
surety for his loyalty to thee.”
“And his loyalty to thee?”
A pained look crossed over David’s face again, but he said with a will
that fought all suspicion down: “The years bear witness.”
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