It was dispassionate, judicial; it had neither hatred nor pity.

It fell on Harrik's ear as though from some far height.

Destiny, the controller--who could escape it?
Had he not heard the voices in the night--"The lions are loosed upon thee"?
He did not answer David now, but murmured to himself like one in a dream.
David saw his mood, and pursued the startled mind into the pit of confusion.

"If it become known to Europe that the army is disloyal, that its officers are traitors like thee, what shall we find?
England, France, Turkey, will land an army of occupation.

Who shall gainsay Turkey if she chooses to bring an army here and recover control, remove thy family from Egypt, and seize upon its lands and goods?
Dost thou not see that the hand of God has been against thee?
He has spoken, and thy evil is discovered." He paused.