"Thy witness and his shall send Achmet to a hell of scorpions, and I shall slay the bridge-opener with my own hand--hath not the Effendina secretly said so to me, knowing that my Pasha, the Inglesi, upon whom be peace for ever and forever, would forgive him.

Ah, thou blossom of the tree of trees--" She rose hastily, and when he would have kissed her hand she drew back to the wall.

"Touch me not--nay, then, Mahommed, touch me not--" "Why should I not pay thee honour, thou princess among women?
Hast thou not the brain of a man, and thy beauty, like thy heart, is it not--" She put out both her hands and spoke sharply.

"Enough, my brother," she said.

"Thou hast thy way to great honour.