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y, during the fast of Ramadan, between the rising and the going down of the sun, so long as a white thread could be distinguished from a black, he would not eat even a scorpion, because the tasting of food by day in that time is forbidden by the Prophet. When Ben-Abid struck on his door Sadok came forth, gibbering in his tangled beard, and half naked. "Oh, brother!" said Ben-Abid. "Here is money if thou canst find me three scorpions. One of them must be a black scorpion." Sadok shot out his filthy claw, and there was fire in his eyes. But Ben-Abid's fingers closed round the money paper. "First thou must find the scorpions, and then thou must carry them with thee to the court of the dancers, walking at my side. For, as Allah lives, I will not touch them. Afterwards thou shalt have the money." Sadok's soul drew the shutters across his eyes. Then he led the way by tortuous alleys to an old and ruined wall of a _zgag_, in which there were as many holes as there are in a honeycomb. Here, as he knew, the scorpions loved to sleep. Thrusting his fingers here and there he presently drew forth three writhing reptiles. And one of them was black. He held them out, with a cry, to Ben-Abid. "The money! The money!" he shrieked. But Ben-Abid shrank back, shuddering. "Thou must bring them to the dancers' court. Hide them well in thy garments that none may see them. Then thou shalt have the money." Sadok hid the scorpions upon his shaven head beneath his turban, and they went by the dunes and the lonely ways to the cafe of the dancers. Already the pipers were playing, and many were assembled to see the women dance; but Ben-Abid and Sadok pushed through the throng, and passed across the cafe to the inner court, which is open to the air, and surrounded with earthen terraces on which, in tiers, open the rooms of the dancers, each with its own front door. This court is as a mighty rabbit warren, peopled with women instead of rabbits. Pale lights gleamed in many doorways, for the dancers were dressing and painting themselves for the dances of the body, of the hands, of the poignard, and of the handkerchief. Their shrill voices cried one to another, their heavy bracelets and necklets jingled, and the monstrous shadows of their crowned and feathered heads leaped and wavered on the yellow patches of light that lay before their doors. "Where is Halima?" cried Ben-Abid in a loud voice. "Let Halima come forth and spit in my f
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