he was beautiful! He is dead! Wah! Wah! my husband is dead! Kill me too!'
Khaled looked at Zehowah, but she said nothing, though she watched Almasta attentively. Then Khaled spoke to the woman again.
'Make an end of lamenting for the present,' he said. 'It has pleased Allah to take your husband to the fellowship of the faithful. Peace be upon him. Tell us in what manner he died, and what words he spoke when he felt his end approaching, for he was my good friend and I wish to know all.'
Almasta either did not understand or made a pretence of not understanding, but when she heard Khaled's words she ceased from wailing and sobbed silently, beating her breast from time to time.
'How did he die?' Khaled asked in a stern voice.
'He was asleep. He died,' replied Almasta in broken tones.
'You will get no other answer,' said Zehowah. 'She cannot speak our tongue.'
'Is there no woman among them all who can talk this woman's language?' asked Khaled with impatience, for he saw how useless it was to question her.
'There is no one. I have inquired. Leave her with me, and if there is anything to be known, I will try to find it out.'
So Khaled went, away and Zehowah endeavoured to
