The Weavers: a tale of England and Egypt of fifty years ago - Volume 2 by Gilbert Parker
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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 |
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