A Son of the Sahara Part 9
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"In the Straits Settlements."
The doctor experienced a feeling of intense pleasure on hearing Barclay was in so remote a spot.
"It'll be difficult for you to get hold of him there," he remarked, trying to keep out of his voice the relief he was feeling.
"He won't stay there for ever. I've waited eleven years for my vengeance. I can go on waiting a little longer, until Fate thinks well to place him in a more accessible position."
With a savage expression Le Breton turned to a desk. Sitting down, he wrote to his agents telling them to keep him informed of George Barclay's movements.
PART II
CHAPTER I
The harem in the palace of El-Ammeh led into a large hall with carved doors and tiny arabesque windows, fretted and scrolled, with no one spot big enough to squeeze more than a hand through.
Generally speaking, the women of the harem preferred the large hall, where they could gossip among themselves and with their attendant women, to the little rooms that were their own private quarters.
But there was one special apartment that they all in turn had striven after and, in turn, had failed to attain. No one in the harem had seen the room except old Sara, and she had plenty of tales to tell about its magnificence. It was a big gilded chamber, with a ceiling like the sky on a desert night, and great golden, jewelled lamps. There was a wonderful bathroom, a fretted gallery that gave a wide view of the desert, a walled garden full of roses, and, above all, a door that led into the Sultan's private suite. The room had had no occupant since the days of the Sultan's mother, the Lady Annette, the first wife and favourite of his father. And Sara had been her special slave and attendant.
It could be reached from the harem. At one point behind the silken curtains a narrow stairway led upwards, and ended in a scented, sandalwood door. But the door was always locked, and only the Sultan had the key. It was common harem gossip that in that room he would place the one among his slaves whom he deigned to make his first wife.
Although the law allowed him four, and as many slaves as he fancied, so far he had no legal wife. It was strange, considering he was nearly thirty. But, in many ways, he differed from all the previous Sultans.
According to old Sara, it was because his mother belonged to quite another race, and had come from a land as remote from El-Ammeh as Paradise, where the women were all white, a land that the Sultan now visited yearly.
For that land he was starting to-morrow.
He had just been to the harem to say farewell to the half-dozen girls there, departing with promises of new jewels and novelties to please and amuse these toys of his on his return. And now he lingered with his newest slave and favourite, Rayma, the Arab girl he had bought but six weeks ago.
[Ill.u.s.tration: He had come to the harem to say farewell.....]
Envious glances were cast towards the door behind which the Sultan Casim Ammeh and his new slave, Rayma, took farewell of one another.
One girl more than the others watched the door with hurt, angry, jealous eyes.
She was about twenty-three, with a full figure, a creamy skin, a profusion of long black curls, and great soft, languid eyes--a half-breed Spanish-Moorish girl of the true odalesque type.
Her attire was scanty. A red silk slip draped her from shoulder to knee, held on by ribbon straps; and on her hands and wrists and neck a quant.i.ty of barbaric jewelery flashed.
"I pray to Allah that on his travels our Sultan will find some woman he loves better than Rayma," she said, spite and jealousy in her soft voice.
"No, I don't pray that, Leonora," one of her companions remarked. "For _you_ took him from _me_, and what am I now? Like you, a scent that has lost its savour; for it is but a shred of love that the Lord Casim has now for me. No; I pray may _he_ know what it is to love and be denied, for too easily do women's hearts go to him. And no man values what comes to him cheaply. Our day is done, mine and yours, Leonora, as Rayma's will be when another woman takes his fancy. No, pray as I do, that he may love a woman who has no desire for him, who spurns his love--a woman whose people will not sell her, who is no slave put up for auction, as we were. May his heart ache, as mine has ached. May pa.s.sion keep him sleepless, with empty arms and craving desire. May love prove to him a mirage that he can see yet never grasp!"
Unconscious of these wishes, the Sultan Casim Ammeh and the slave girl Rayma lingered together behind closed doors.
The moon shone into the little apartment, showing a big man in a white burnoose, and at his side a girl lay, looking at him with tearful, love-laden eyes.
She was about seventeen, with an amber skin and a cloud of straight black hair that reached to her heels. A cloud out from which looked a little oval face, with great black eyes and a small red mouth, a perfect type of Arab beauty.
"My Lord Casim, beloved, my heart breaks at the thought of your going,"
she said tearfully.
Smilingly he watched her, caressing her in an indulgent fas.h.i.+on.
"But, my desert flower, I shall come back again."
"But it is so far. And in that Paris there are so many women. I know, because Sara has told me. And all their arms will be stretched out to keep you there."
"No arms have kept me there for longer than three months," he replied.
"And mine! Mine are not strong enough to keep you here?" she sobbed.
He drew the sobbing little beauty into his embrace, and kissed her tear-stained face.
"Tell me, my jewel, what favour can I grant you before I go?"
"I want nothing but just to rest upon your heart for ever."
With a tender hand he stroked her long black hair, and tried to soothe away the tears; flattering tears, resulting from his coming departure.
"Don't go to Paris, Casim, beloved," she whispered. "Stay in El-Ammeh.
Paris is so far, and I am so ignorant of all outside of the desert.
Ignorant of everything except love and you. Think, my lord, only six weeks have we been together, and now you would go! Only six weeks since my father brought me from the desert to sell me to the Sultan Casim Ammeh. How afraid I was until I saw you. And then I was afraid I might not find favour in your sight. For my heart was yours the moment our eyes met. Only six weeks ago! Casim, don't go," she implored. "Stay with me, for my heart is breaking."
"Little one, there is business as well as love," he said gently.
"I think of nothing but love."
"Love is quite enough for any girl to think of."
"And those women in Paris, do they think only of love?"
"No; they think of money as well. That's why I prefer you."
She slipped her slim arms about his neck, pressing, her slight form against him, kissing him pa.s.sionately.
"Let me live in the gilded chamber until you come back," she whispered, "and then I should feel the most honoured among your slaves."
However, he avoided this suggestion.
"We'll see about that when I return," he answered with an amused, indulgent air.
Then he held the girl closer.
"Now, before I go, Rayma, is there nothing you want? Nothing I can do for you?"
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