The Weavers: a tale of England and Egypt of fifty years ago - Volume 2 by Gilbert Parker
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with foreboding, and pierced his heart.
"O cursed day that saw thee leave these walls! I did it for thy good-- thou wert so young; thy life was all before thee! But now--come, Zaida, here in Kaid's Palace thou shalt have a home, and be at peace, for I see that thou hast suffered. Surely it shall be said that Kaid honours thee." He reached out to take her hand. She had listened like one in a dream, but, as he was about to touch her, she suddenly drew back, veiled her face, save for the eyes, and said in a voice of agony: "Unclean, unclean! My lord, I am a leper!" An awed and awful silence fell upon them all. Kaid drew back as though smitten by a blow. 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 |
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