There came to his ears two distant sounds--the faint click of horses' hoofs and that dull rumble they had heard as they talked, a sound he loved, the roar of his lions.
He clapped his hands twice, the curtains parted opposite, and a slave slid silently forward.
"Quick! The horses! What are they?
Bring me word," he said.
The slave vanished.

For a moment there was silence.

The eyes of the two men met.

In the minds of both was the same thing.
"Kaid! The Nubians!" Harrik said, at last.

David made no response.
The slave returned, and his voice murmured softly, as though the matter were of no concern: "The Nubians--from the Palace." In an instant he was gone again.
"Kaid had not faith in thee," Harrik said grimly.