an, Mizraim?"

"Thy tongue hath wisdom, Excellency."

"Thou art a Muslim--"

"Why do I warn thee? For service done to me; and because there is none
other worth serving in Egypt. Behold, it is my destiny to rule others,
to serve thee."

"Once more thy turban full of gold, Mizraim, if thou dost service now
that hath meaning and is not a belching of wind and words. Thou hast
a thing to say--say it, and see if Nahoum hath lost his wit, or hath a
palsied arm."

"Then behold, pasha. Are not my spies in all the Palace? Is not my
scourge heavier than the whip of the horned horse? Ki di, so it is. This
I have found. Sharif hath, with others, made a plot which hath enough
powder in it to shake Egypt, and toss thee from thy high place into the
depths. There is a Christian--an Armenian, as it chances; but he was
chosen because he was a Christian, and for that only. His name is Rahib.
He is a tent-maker. He had three sons. They did kill an effendi who
had cheated them of their land. Two of them were hanged last week; the
other, caught but a few days since, is to hang within three days. To-day
Kaid goes to the Mosque of Mahmoud, as is the custom at this festival.
The old man hath been persuaded to attempt the life of Kaid, upon
condition that his son--his Benjamin--is set free. It will be but
an attempt at Kaid's life, no more; but the cry will go forth that a
Christian did the thing; and the Muslim flame will leap high."

"And the tent-maker?" asked Nahoum musingly, though he was turning over
the tale in his mind, seeing behind it and its far consequences.

"Malaish, what does it matter! But he is to escape, and they are to
hang another Christian in his stead for the attempt on Kaid. It hath no
skill, but it would suffice. With the dervishes gone malboos, and the
faithful drunk with piety--canst thou not see the issue, pasha? Blood
will be shed."

"The Jews of Europe would be angry," said Nahoum grimly but evenly.
"The loans have been many, and Kaid has given a lien by the new canal
at Suez. The Jews will be angry," he repeated, "and for every drop of
Christian blood shed there would be a lanced vein here. But that would
not bring back Nahoum Pasha," he continued cynically. "Well, this is thy
story, Mizraim; this is what they would do. Now what hast thou done to
stop their doing?"

"Am I not a Muslim? Shall I give Sharif to the Nile?"

Nahoum smiled darkly. "There is a simpler way. Thy mind ever runs on the
bowstring an