His first impulse was to flee from the Palace and from Cairo; but he
bethought himself of the assault to be made on Kaid by the tent-maker, as
he passed to the mosque a few hours later, and he determined to await the
issue of that event. Exchanging glances with confederates, he
disappeared, as Kaid laid a hand on David's arm and drew him aside.
After viewing the great throng cynically for a moment Kaid said:
"To-morrow thou goest. A month hence the hakim's knife will find the
thing that eats away my life. It may be they will destroy it and save me;
if not, we shall meet no more."
David looked into his eyes. "Not in a month shall thy work be completed,
Effendina. Thou shalt live. God and thy strong will shall make it so."
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.
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