Go to thy dwelling, and come here no more," he added sharply.

"I am sick of thy yellow, sinful face." Achmet made no reply, but, as he passed beyond the door with Higli, he said in a whisper: "Come--to Harrik and the army! He shall be deposed.
The hour is at hand." High answered him faintly, however.

He had not the courage of the true conspirator, traitor though he was.
As they disappeared, Kaid made a wide gesture of friendliness to David, and motioned to a seat, then to a narghileh.

David seated himself, took the stem of a narghileh in his mouth for an instant, then laid it down again and waited.
"Nahoum--I do not understand," Kaid said presently, his eyes gloating.
"He comes of his own will, Effendina." "Wherefore ?" Kaid could not realise the truth.

This truth was not Oriental on the face of it.