The Hawk of Egypt by Joan Conquest
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page 70 of 316 (22%)
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"_Aleykoum es-Salaam_!" he replied as gently, which is the sacrament of lips. There was the fortune-teller's regulation small table, with a chart of the stars and a silver tray covered in sand upon it; on either side was a chair; but it was upon a cushion on the floor that Damaris seated herself, with her back against the canvas drapery of the wall, motioning the Arab to a cushion near her, whilst her eyes swept the loose cotton tunic, the _kaleelyah_ or head-kerchief, which almost completely hid the face, the great white mantle and the sandals upon the naked feet. Oh! the game of make-believe they played, those two with the jewel-hilted, razor-edged dagger of love between them. There fell a silence. And then the fortune-teller spoke in his own tongue, and too absorbed were they in the game of make-believe to notice that he made use of neither sand nor stars nor the lines upon her hands, which were clasped above her heart, as he read her future in her eyes. "Two paths lie before thee, O woman, and both stretch, through the kingdom of love. "The one to thy right hand has been marked out upon the Field of Content by feet bound in the sandals of custom and convention. There is shade upon this path, for, behold, the scorching sun of passion may not penetrate the leaves of the trees of tranquillity; the storm breaks |
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