The Eye of Zeitoon eBook

Talbot Mundy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 370 pages of information about The Eye of Zeitoon.

The Eye of Zeitoon eBook

Talbot Mundy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 370 pages of information about The Eye of Zeitoon.

“They’d hear the shooting and—­”

“Not if we drop far enough behind.”

“They’d hear shooting and Will, at any rate, would ride back.”

“He couldn’t!  He’d have to look after the girl and the column.”

“All the same—­Will’s—­”

“I know he is.  Very well.  I’ll arrange it another way.  You wait behind here.”

So I rode along slowly, and he spurred his horse to a trot.  But he did not hold the trot long.  I could hear him objurgating, coaxing, encouraging, explaining, and the shrill voices of women answering, as he tried at one and the same time to pass the unfortunates in the dark and to make them see the grim necessity for speed.  Soon I grew as busy as he, bullying litter-bearers and mothers burdened with crying babies.  In times of massacre and war, survivors are not necessarily those who enjoyed the best of it.  Nearly-drowned men brought to life again would forego the process if the choice were theirs, and there were nearly twenty women who would have preferred death to that night’s march.  But I did not dare load my horse with babies, since it would likely be needed before dawn for sterner work.

It was more than an hour before Fred loomed in sight again, standing beside his horse in wait for me.  He, too, had resisted the temptation to relieve mothers of their living loads (not that they ever expected it).

“How did you manage?” I asked, for I could tell by his air that the errand had been successful.

“I lied to him.”

“Of course.  What did you say?”

“Said if the straggling got bad you and I might fall a long way behind and fire our pistols, so as to give the impression Kurds are in pursuit.  That would tickle up the rear-end to a run!”

“And he believed that?” Will knew as well as I Fred’s not exactly subtle way of maneuvering to get the post of greatest danger for himself.

“He’d have believed anything!  He’s head-, heart-and heels-over-end in love with the girl, and she’s as bad as he is.  They’re talking political economy and international jurisprudence.  When I reached ’em they’d just arrived at the conclusion that the United States can save the world, maybe—­maybe not, but nothing else can.  I was decidedly de trop.  They’re pretty to watch.  No, he hasn’t kissed her yet—­you could tell that even in the dark.  It’s my belief he won’t for a long time; America’s way with women is beyond belief.  They’re telling each other all they know, and like, and dislike, and believe, and hope.  It ’ud take a bullet to divide their destinies.  I delivered my message, and they were so devilish polite you’d think I was the parson come to marry ’em.  They’d forgotten my very existence.  When it dawned on ’em who I was they were so keen to be rid of me they’d have agreed to anything at all.  So it was easy.”

“Good.”

“No, it’s bad.  Will’s a friend of mine.  I hate to see him squandered on a woman.  However, I did better than that.”

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