this, but unbelievers shall be taken by the forelock and the heels and. cast into hell, to drink boiling molten brass, as a thirsty camel drinks clear water.'
Almasta understood very little of what Zehowah said, but she smiled, nevertheless, catching the meaning of some of the words.
'The Sultan Khaled loves black eyes,' she said. 'He will go to paradise.'
'Doubtless, he will quench his thirst in the incorruptible milk of heavenly rivers,' Zehowah replied. 'He is the chief of the brave, the light of the faith and the burning torch of righteousness. Otherwise Allah would not have chosen him to rule. But I spoke of Abdul Kerim.'
'He died in peace,' said Almasta the second time, and again looking down.
'I do not know how he died,' Zehowah answered, looking steadily at the woman's face. 'It was a great misfortune for you. Do you understand? I am very sorry for you. You would have been happy with Abdul Kerim.'
'I mourn for him,' Almasta said, not raising her eyes.
'It is natural and right. Doubtless you loved him as soon as you saw him.'
Almasta glanced quickly at Zehowah, as though suspecting a hidden meaning in the words, and for a
