Part 18 (1/2)

”But I have a third choice, and that is to kill thee,” cried the eunuch, gnas.h.i.+ng his teeth.

Azrael laughed.

”Thou blockhead! Whilst thou wert still under the water it occurred to me to fill thy musket with earth and gird thy dagger to my side. Utter but a cry and thou wilt have no need to wait for to-morrow to lay thy head at thy feet.”

At these words the damsel squeezed the eunuch's arm so emphatically that he bent down before her.

”What dost thou command?”

”I have already told thee.”

”I am playing with my own head.”

”That is not as bad as if I were playing with it.”

”What dost thou want of me?”

”I want thee to row me across to the opposite sh.o.r.e.”

”There is only one skiff on the island, and in that Yffim Beg is wont to fish.”

”Oh, why have I never learnt to swim!” cried Azrael, collapsing in despair.

”What! wouldst thou swim across this broad stream?”

”Yes, and I'll swim across it now, this instant.”

”Those are idle words. If thou art not a devil thou wilt drown in this river if thou canst not swim.”

”Thou shalt swim with me. I will put one hand on thy shoulder to keep me up.”

”Thou art mad, surely! Only just now thou didst threaten me with death, and now thou wouldst trust thy life to me! I need only hold thee under for a second or two to be rid of thee for ever. Water is a terrible element to him who cannot rule over it, the dwellers beneath the waves are merciless.”

”By putting my life into thy hands I show thee that I fear thee not.

Lead me through the water!”

”Thou art mad, but I still keep my senses. Go back to the Vizier's kiosk while he hath not noticed thy absence. I will not betray thee.”

”Then thou wilt not go with me?” said the odalisk darkly.

”May I never see thee again if I do so,” said Majmun resolutely, sitting down on a hillock.

”Wretched slave!” cried Azrael in despair, ”then I will go myself.”

And with that she cast herself into the water from the high bank.

Majmun, unable to prevent her leap, plunged in after her and soon emerged with her again on the surface of the water, holding the woman by her long hair.

She suddenly embraced the eunuch with both arms, turned in the water so as to come uppermost and raising her head from the waves, cried fiercely to the submerged eunuch:

”Go to the opposite sh.o.r.e, or we'll drown together.”