The bowab of the gate will show
the way; I know it not. But who will deny thee? Thou comest from high
places--from Kaid. Who will speak of this? Will the bowab? In the morning
Foorgat will be found dead in his bed! The slight bruise thou canst
heal--thou canst?"
Mizraim nodded. "I can smooth it from the sharpest eye."
"At dawn he will be found dead; but at dawn I shall be knocking at his
gates. Before the world knows I shall be in possession. All that is his
shall be mine, for at once the men of law shall be summoned, and my
inheritance secured before Kaid shall even know of his death. I shall
take my chances for my life."
"And the coachman, and the bowab, and others it may be?"
"Shall not these be with thee--thou, Kaid's keeper of the harem, the lion
at the door of his garden of women? Would it be strange that Foorgat, who
ever flew at fruit above his head, perilous to get or keep, should be
found on forbidden ground, or in design upon it? Would it be strange to
the bowab or the slave that he should return with thee stark and still?
They would but count it mercy of Kaid that he was not given to the
serpents of the Nile.
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