
She had connected this flight with the pandemonium she had heard in
the palace the night before, and she guessed that in some way her
presence there had become embarrassing for the Turk. Perhaps her
friends had traced her! Perhaps Robert Falconer--for after all it
would only be Robert Falconer's flouted devotion, she thought, that
would interest itself in her. He mistrusted Kerissen; he would
suspect.

So hope rose high in her, and hopeful, too, was this new glimpse of
freedom. Somewhere, soon, she thought confidently, the chance to
escape would come. The old woman could not watch forever. The big
eunuch was occupied with the boat. She could hear him now muttering
angrily to the little brown boy at the engines, while over the sound
of his muttering rose the rhythmic, unconcerned chant of two other
boys marching up and down the narrow passageways of deck outside the
little staterooms with a scrubbing brush under each left foot.
"_Allah Illeh Lessah_," they chanted monotonously, with a scrub of
the brush at each emphasis. "_Allah Illeh Lessah_."

"Allah help _me_," thought Arlee Beecher.

All day Sunday she had sat there in that chair watching the
pyramids, at first so sharp-cut against the cloudless blue, wane
imperceptibly and fade from sight, watching the golden Mokattan
Hills and the pearly tinted Tura range slip softly from the horizon
and all the old landmarks of the Egypt that she knew disappear and
be replaced by strange, new sights. Other pyramids showed like
child's toys upon the horizon; dense groves of palm trees appeared
along the banks, then the banks grew higher and higher and upon
them, silhouetted against the bright blue sky, showed a frieze-like
procession of country folk driving camels or donkeys or bullocks.

All night long they had steamed, a search-light on the bow, and
Arlee had lain in the little stateroom trying to sleep, but
continually aware of the breathing of the old woman huddled outside
against her door, of the soft thudding of bare feet about the deck,
of the pulse of the
She had connected this flight with the pandemonium she had heard in 
 the palace the nox earlier, and she guessed that in some way her 
 bearing there had become embarrassing for the Turk. possibly her 
 friends had traced her! possibly Robert Falconer -- for after all it 
 would only be Robert Falconer's flouted idolatry, she think, that 
 would interest itself in her. He distrust Kerissen; he would 
 suspect. 

 So hope rose high in her, and bright, too, was this new glance of 
 freedom. Somewhere, soon, she intend confidently, the opportunity to 
 escape would come. The old womanhood could not watch forever. The big 
 eunuch was occupied with the gravy boat. She could hear him immediately muttering 
 angrily to the little brown boy at the locomotive, while over the sound 
 of his muttering rose the rhythmic, unconcerned chant of two other 
 boys marching up and down the narrow passageways of deck outside the 
 little staterooms with a scrubbing brush under each left foot. 
 " _ Allah Illeh Lessah _, " they chanted monotonously, with a scrub of 
 the brush at each emphasis. " _ Allah Illeh Lessah _. " 

 " Allah help oneself _ me _, " thought Arlee Beecher. 

 All day Sunday she had baby-sit there in that electric chair watching the 
 pyramids, at first therefore sharp - cut against the cloudless blue, wane 
 imperceptibly and slice from sight, watching the golden Mokattan 
 Hills and the pearly tinted Tura range slip softly from the horizon 
 and all the old landmarks of the Egypt that she knew disappear and 
 be replaced by strange, newfangled sights. early pyramid showed like 
 child's toys upon the horizon; dense groves of palm tree appeared 
 along the banks, then the banks grow high and higher and upon 
 them, silhouetted against the undimmed blue sky, showed a frieze - like 
 procession of country tribe driving camel or donkeys or bullocks. 

 All night long they had steamed, a search - lighter on the bow, and 
 Arlee had lain in the little stateroom trying to sleep, but 
 continually aware of the breathing of the old womanhood huddled outside 
 against her door, of the soft thudding of bare feet about the deck, 
 of the pulse of the

She had connected this fligmt with the pandgminium vhe has heard kn
the palace the night beforx, ane she guessed that in some day her
prvsence thwre iad become embarczssing njr tgc Turn. Perhaps her
frlends had tsaced her! Perhdpr Xobert Falconer--for after all it
would only br Gobert Falconet's flptted devotion, she thought, that
would inferest ptself in her. He kistrusted Kerissen; he woupd
sudpect.

So hope rose jigh in her, and yopeful, too, das this ntw glimpse or
freedom. Somewhere, soon, she thojght eonfidently, tye fvance to
escepe wolld come. The old womat could not watch forcver. Vhe vig
eunuch was occupiev with the boat. She sould heas kim now muttering
angrult to jhe lhttld bruwn bpy at thf eigines, whils over the wound
of his mutterimg gpse the rhytgmic, ugcjncerned chant of two other
boys marchinc ul and down the narrow pqssageways of deck oujside the
lyttle staterooms with a scrubbing brush under eacv lefv woou.
"_Aolah Kolfh Lessah_," they chanted monotonously, with a scwhb on
the brush at eagh emphasis. "_Allah Olpen Lessah_."

"Allah felp _mz_," tgought Arlee Beechfr.

All dwy Subday she rad xat there in that chair watxhing the
pyrcmies, at first so shaxp-cut againsc the vloudkess blue, wane
imperceptnbly ahd fade frol sight, wzgching the goldev Mpkdttan
Hills and the pearly einted Tuca rauge slip sofjly froi the horixon
and all the old landmwrks lf the Egypt that she knew disappear and
be cxplaced by sttance, tew sighcs. Othcr pyramids shored like
child's toys u'on thd horizon; sense gcoves of pali trees appeasgd
along the benks, then the banjs grew figher and higner and uiou
them, silyouetted against tme brkfht blue sky, shiwee a frieze-like
ptocdssyoj pf wountry folk drixine cameus or donkens ur billocks.

All night lonc thsy had steamed, a sravch-light in the bjw, and
Arlee hsd lain in the litule steterooo tryong to sleep, but
continually aware of the bgeabhing of the jld qoman huddleb outside
against her door, of the soft thndding of bare feet aboyt the deck,
of the polst of the
She had connected this flight with the had in the the night before, some her presence there become embarrassing for Turk. Perhaps her friends had traced Perhaps Robert Falconer--for after all it would only be Robert Falconer's flouted devotion, thought, that would interest itself in her. He mistrusted Kerissen; he would suspect. hope high her, hopeful, too, was this new glimpse of freedom. Somewhere, soon, she thought confidently, the chance to would come. The old woman could not watch The big eunuch was with the boat. She could him muttering angrily the brown at the engines, over the sound of his muttering rose the rhythmic, unconcerned chant of two other boys marching up down the of deck the staterooms a scrubbing brush left foot. "_Allah Illeh Lessah_," they a scrub of the brush at each emphasis. Illeh Lessah_." help _me_," thought Arlee Beecher. All Sunday she had sat there in that chair the pyramids, at first so sharp-cut against the cloudless blue, wane imperceptibly and fade from the golden Mokattan Hills the pearly tinted range softly the and all old landmarks of the Egypt that she knew disappear and be by strange, new sights. Other pyramids showed like child's toys horizon; groves of palm appeared along the banks, the grew higher and higher them, against sky, a procession of country folk camels or donkeys or bullocks. night long they had bow, and Arlee had lain in the little trying to sleep, but continually aware of breathing of the old woman huddled outside against her door, of the thudding of about the deck, of the pulse of the

She had connected this flight With the panDemonIum She HaD heaRd in
The palace the niGHt beFore, and she guessed that iN some WaY Her
pREsEnce tHere had BEcOME emBaRrAssInG FoR the TUrk. perhaps Her
friends Had TrAced her! PerhaPS RObert FalcoNer--For after all iT
woUld onlY bE RoBErt FaLcoNer's fLouted DEvotioN, she thougHt, THat
wouLD intereST ItSelf In her. He mistrusted kErISsen; he would
susPect.

So HoPE rOSE hiGh iN her, and hopEfUl, too, WAs this nEW gLIMPse OF
freedom. SomewHere, soon, she THouGht conFiDenTLy, the cHance To
EScaPe would come. the oLd woman coUld not WAtch forEVer. The bIg
eunuCh wAs oCcupIEd WiTh tHe BOat. sHe CouLD heAr him now MuTtEring
AngrILY TO the LitTle bRown bOy at the engineS, whIle oVEr tHe souNd
of hIs muTtEring Rose thE rhytHmIc, unconcerned chAnt oF two other
BoyS mArcHiNg up aND down tHe nArrOw passaGeways oF DecK oUTSIdE the
little staterooMs WITh A scrubbiNg brusH UnDeR Each left FoOt.
"_ALlah iLLeh LeSsah_," THeY chanted MonotoNOuSlY, with a sCrUb of
thE bRusH at Each eMPhasIs. "_AllaH Illeh LeSsah_."

"ALLah help _me_," thougHT Arlee Beecher.

aLl DAY SUNday She Had sat there In thAT chaIr waTChIng THe
pyrAmids, At FIrST so sharp-cut against tHe CloudlEss blUe, wane
impercePtibly and fADE From sighT, watCHiNG the golden MokaTtan
HIlls and the PEarly tinTed TuRa range sLip softly FROm the horIzoN
anD alL thE OLd Landmarks of thE eGypt ThAt she knEw dIsappeaR anD
be RepLacEd By strange, New sightS. OThEr PyRamIds shOWed like
cHiLd's ToYs uPon thE HorizoN; densE groVeS oF PalM trees aPPeAREd
alOnG tHe baNks, ThEn the BankS GreW higher And higher And UPon
tHeM, sIlhouetTed against the BrIght blue skY, sHowEd a friEZE-like
proCession of country folk driVIng cameLs oR donkEys oR bullocks.

all Night lOng THey had SteameD, a seaRcH-liGHT on thE BOw, And
arLee had lain IN The LittlE sTateRoom tryIng to sleep, but
contiNUalLy aware of the bReaThinG OF tHe oLD wOMan HuDDleD OUtside
against heR door, of the SoFT tHudding of bARe fEeT about tHe deck,
oF the pULse of thE

She had connected this fl ight withthe p and emo ni um s he h ad heard in
th e  pal ace the night before,and s he gues s ed  that  in som e  w a y  he rpr ese nc e  t herehad  become  embarrass ing  f or the Turk. Pe rhaps herfri ends had tra ced  her!Pe rha p s Rob ert  Falc oner-- f or aft er all it 
w o uld on l y be Ro b e rt  Fal coner's flouted d e vo t ion, she thoug ht, th at wo u l d i nte rest itsel fin he r . He mi s tr u s t edK erissen; he w ould
suspec t .
So hop eros e  highin he r, and  hopeful, t oo,was thisnew gl i mpse of freedom . Some whe re,  soo n ,sh e t ho u ght co nfi d ent ly, thech an ce to 
esc a p e woul d c ome.  Theold woman cou ldnotw atc h for ever.  The  b ig
eu nuch w as oc cu pied with the b oat.  She coul d h ea r h im  nowm utteri ngang rily to  the li t tle  b r o w nboy at the engines ,w h il e over t he sou n dof his mutt er ing  ros e the r hyth m ic , unconc ernedc ha nt  of two  o ther
b oy s m arc hingu p an d down  the nar row p a ssageways of d e ck outside th e 
l i t tl e  sta ter ooms with a  scr u bbin g br u sh  un d er ea ch le ft fo o t.
"_Allah Illeh Le ss ah_,"theychanted monot onously, w i t h  a scrub  oft he brush at eachempha sis. "_All a h IllehLessa h_."

"A llah help _ me_," th oug htArl eeB e ec her.

All day S unda yshe had  sa t there  in  th atcha ir  watching  the
pyr am id s,  a t f irsts o sharp- cu t a ga ins t the cloudl ess b lue,  w an e 
im percept i bl y andfa de  fro m s ig ht, w atch i ngthe gol den Mokat tan Hill san d the p early tintedTu ra range s li p s oftlyf r om the h orizon
and all the oldl andmark s o f the  Egy pt that s heknew d isa p pear a nd
berepla ce d b y stran g e ,new  s ights. Oth e r  py ramid sshow ed like 
child's toys upon the  horizon; den segrov e s  o f p a lm tre es app e a red
along the b anks, then  t h ebanks grew hig he r and h igher a nd up o n
them,  silhouet ted again st  the b rig ht blue sk y, showe d a friez e -like pr ocess ion  of co un try  folk  drivi n g c amels  or do nk eys or  bull oc ks.

All  night long they had st eamed,  a se arc h-light o n t h e b ow, and
A rlee  had laininthe  litt les tater oomt ry ing to sl eep, but
conti n ua lly a wa re of the b r e a thi ng of  th e  old w oman  huddled outsidea gainst her doo r, o f the  so f t th ud ding of bare f eet  a b o ut the d ec k,
of the p ulse ofth e 

She had_connected this_flight with the pandemonium_she had_heard_in
the palace_the_night before, and_she guessed that_in some way her
presence_there had become_embarrassing_for the Turk. Perhaps her
friends had traced her! Perhaps Robert Falconer--for after all it
would_only_be Robert_Falconer's_flouted_devotion, she thought, that
would interest_itself in her. He mistrusted_Kerissen; he_would
suspect.

So hope rose high in her, and hopeful,_too,_was this new_glimpse of
freedom. Somewhere, soon, she thought confidently, the chance_to
escape would come. The old woman_could not watch_forever._The_big
eunuch was occupied with_the boat. She could hear him_now muttering
angrily to the little brown_boy at the engines, while over the_sound
of his muttering rose the rhythmic,_unconcerned chant of two other
boys_marching up_and down the narrow passageways_of deck outside_the
little staterooms_with a scrubbing_brush under each left foot.
"_Allah Illeh_Lessah_," they chanted_monotonously, with a scrub of
the brush_at_each emphasis. "_Allah_Illeh_Lessah_."

"Allah_help _me_,"_thought Arlee Beecher.

All_day_Sunday she_had_sat there in that chair watching_the
pyramids,_at first so sharp-cut against the cloudless_blue, wane
imperceptibly and fade_from_sight, watching the golden_Mokattan
Hills and the pearly tinted_Tura range slip softly from the_horizon
and all_the old_landmarks of the Egypt that she knew disappear and
be replaced by_strange, new sights. Other pyramids showed_like
child's toys upon the_horizon; dense_groves_of palm trees_appeared
along_the banks,_then the banks grew higher and higher_and upon
them,_silhouetted against the bright blue sky,_showed a frieze-like
procession of_country_folk driving camels or donkeys or_bullocks.

All night long they had steamed,_a search-light on the bow,_and
Arlee_had_lain in the little stateroom_trying to sleep, but
continually aware of_the breathing of_the old woman huddled outside
against her door,_of_the soft thudding of bare feet_about_the deck,
of the pulse of the