But Masa saw him not, nor thought of
him; her whole attention was occupied with her father. With a joyous
cry, and widely-extended arms, she flew to the enclosure. "O father,
O my father," cried she, in loud, exultant tones, "you are free!"
"Free?" exclaimed the sheik. "It is impossible! It cannot be!"
Mohammed sprang forward, and thrust Masa aside with such force that
she sank upon the ground. A cry of anguish escaped her lips. She
veiled herself, and gazed at him with anxious, imploring glance. He
could not endure it; he turned his eyes away from her; he would not
see her; he would be as strong in his hatred as he was in his love!
"There is no mercy for the traitoress!" murmured he. "I will punish
thee for thy unfaithfulness. I will revenge myself upon thee!"
The men of Praousta now issue from the house, and shout joyfully
before the cage in which the aged men are imprisoned.
"You are saved--you are free. A noble man was found who sent us
assistance. Long live Cousrouf Pacha, your deliverer!"
The pacha threw open the window. He stood there, his form proudly
erect. Upon his turban glittered the golden half-moon; above it
waved the eagle's wing; the sun fell upon his sword and richly-
chased poniard, playing gayly with the precious stones with which
his garments were adorned. His eyes sparkled, and a wondrous smile
hovered about his lips.
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