"I was not born a
fighter, Lacey. The day we met first no man had ever died by my hand or
by my will."
"There are three who must die at sunset--an hour from now-by thy will,
Saadat."
A startled look came into David's face. "Who?" he asked.
"The Three Pashas, Saadat. They have been recaptured."
"Recaptured!" rejoined David mechanically.
"Achmet Pasha got them from under the very noses of the sheikhs before
sunrise this morning."
"Achmet--Achmet Pasha!" A light came into David's face again.
"You will keep faith with Achmet, Saadat. He risked his life to get them.
They betrayed you, and betrayed three hundred good men to death. If they
do not die, those who fight for you will say that it doesn't matter
whether men fight for you or betray you, they get the same stuff off the
same plate. If we are going to fight to-morrow, it ought to be with a
clean bill of health."
"They served me well so long--ate at my table, fought with me. But--but
traitors must die, even as Harrik died." A stern look came into his face.
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