Yet, it shall be said, he has held Harrik back--Harrik, my brother.

Son of Sheitan and slime of the Nile, have I not spared Harrik all these years!" "Hast thou proof, Effendina ?" "I have proof enough; I shall have more soon.

To save their lives, these, these will tell.

I have their names here." He tapped the papers.
"There are ways to make them tell.

Now, speak, effendi, and tell me what I shall do to Harrik." "Wouldst thou proclaim to Egypt, to the Sultan, to the world that the army is disloyal?
If these guilty men are seized, can the army be trusted?
Will it not break away in fear?
Yonder Nubians are not enough--a handful lost in the melee.