of the jaw which belied the gentleness, just as
the slimness of the six-foot of body, trained to a hair from babyhood,
gave no clue to the steel muscles underlying a skin as white as and a
good deal whiter than that of some Europeans.
He moved with the quickness and quietness of those accustomed to the
far horizon as a background; he was slow in speech; and dead-slow in
anger until aroused by opposition.
For the physically weak-born, he had the gentle sympathy of the very
strong; for the physically undeveloped and the morally weak he had no
use whatever--none. In the West, his reserve with men had been
labelled taciturnity or swollen-headeduess, which did not fit the case at
all; whilst, in spite of his perfect manner towards them, his indifference
to woman en masse or in the individual was supreme and sincere.
He was the direct descendant of the founder of Nineveh where horses
were concerned, and his stables in the Oasis of Khargegh would have
been one of the sights of Egypt, had he permitted sightseers.
Educated at Harrow, where he had excelled in sport and captained the
Eleven at Lord's for two succeeding years; respected by the upper
Forms and worshipped by the lower, he had developed the English side
of his dual nationality until masters and schoolfellows had come to
look upon him as one of themselves.
From Harrow he had gone to Brazenose; then had quite suddenly
thrown up the 'Varsity and returned to Egypt.
Love?
Not at all, for was not his indifference to woman supreme and sincere?
Just the inevitable ending of a very commonplace, sordid little story
which had taught the youth one of life's bitterest lessons.
One of a multitude of guests at Hurdley Castle, he had met a woman,
beautiful but predatory, whose looks were taking on an autumnal tint,
and whose banking account had shrivelled under the frost of
extravagance.
His utter indifference to her wiles and her beauty had culminated in a
degrading scene of anger on her part, when, forgetting her breeding, her
birth and her nationality, she had first of all twitted him and then
openly laughed at his mixed parentage.
He had stood without uttering a word, white to the lips during her
tirade.
"Do you think that any white woman would marry you--a half-caste?"
had cried the woman, whose bills were coming in in shoals.
"Yes, many," he had quietly answered as he bent to pick up her torn,
handkerchief. "Am I not a rich man?"
He had returned to Egypt upon a visit to the Flat Oasis where dwelt his
parents, who, though noting the indescribable hurt in the eyes of their
firstborn, yet asked no question, for in Egypt a youth is his own master
and ofttimes married at the age of fourteen; how much more, therefore,
is he a man at over twenty years?
He had visited his own house in the Oasis of Khargegh, with the
purpose of putting his stables in order and his falconers through a stiff
catechism, and had finally set out to see something of the world.
Not in a desire to cover his hurt, for he was as stoical as any high-bred
Arab; and, Mohammedan from belief as well as early training, did not
kick against what he looked upon as the commands of Allah.
As for women--well! The sweet, docile woman of his father's race
interested him not at all, so that he refused to listen to any hint anent
the desirability of his taking a wife and establishing the succession of
the House 'an Mahabbha, which is the eldest branch of the House
el-Umbar; and racial distinction barred him from the virile, lovely
women of his mother's race.
He had his horses, his hawks, his hunting cheetahs, his dogs; one great
treasure which he prized and one little conceit.
The treasure had been found in the ruins of the Temple Deir-el-Bahari.
An ornament of gold set with precious stones. Its shape was that of the
Hawk, which had stood as the symbol of the North in the glorious days
of Ancient Egypt. The wings were of emeralds tipped with rubies; gold
were the claws and gold the Symbol of Life they held; the body and tail
were a mass of precious stones; and the eye of some jet-black stone,
unknown to the present century.
As an ornament it was of great value; as an antiquity found in the
Shrine of Anubis, the God of Death, its value could not even be
guessed at; and how it had come into the possession of Hugh Garden
Ali will never be known, though of a truth, unlimited wealth works
wonders.
And upon his horses' saddle-cloths, his falcons' hoods, his hounds'
coats, and the fine linen and
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