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Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider), 1856-1925

"Morning Star"

And now get you gone, Friend, back to my Lord's daughter who is
your wife, and if you dare--tell her where you have been and why, you
who are so brave a man," and once more she laughed.
Again he began his passionate implorings, begging for some token, till
at length she seemed to melt and take pity on him, for stretching out
her hand, she chose a flower from the many that grew near, and gave
it to him, then pointed to the trees that hid the wall, among which
presently he vanished, reeling in the delirium of his joy.
She watched him go, smiling very strangely, then, still smiling, looked
down at the bush whence she had plucked the flower, and Kaku noted that
it was one used only by the embalmers to furnish coronals for the dead.
But Abi noted no such thing. Forgetting his quarrel with Kaku and all
else, he gasped, and foamed in his jealous rage, muttering that he would
kill that captain, yes, and the false Queen, too, who dared to listen
to a tale of love and give the lover flowers. Yes, were she ten times
Pharaoh he would kill her, as he had the right to do, and, the naked
sword still in his hand, he turned to leave the place.


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