The Sheik Page #3

give me so little pleasure?

Because you love her.

Ahmed I love you

You are right. I cannot see her again.

Take her safely to Biskra.

Bid her goodbye for me. Then, my friend,

return to me in my loneliness.

Do not let me fall into their hands.

The stronghold of

the barbarous Omair.

Ahmed I love you

Monsieur!

Madame - Omair!

Nightfall on the oasis.

Where the tribal clans gather.

At the call of their chiftain.

I have sent for reinforcements.

When they arrive let them follow.

Bring forth the white gazelle

and guard closely the jealous one.

Ahmed! Ahmed!

Call, beautiful one! Your lover

will not come! He has forgotten you.

Is he dying?

It rest with Allah.

We must get him away from here.

White tribal hearts

appeal to Allah.

He is sleeping.

There is still hope.

His hands is

so large an Arab.

He is not an Arab. His father was

an Englishman, his mother a Spaniard.

Twenty-five years ago the old

Sheik Ben Hassan found Ahmed's

mother and father deserted by their escort.

Left to die on the desert.

Growing to manhood as an Arab,

he was sent to Paris to be educated

and upon the Sheik's death,

returned to the desert to assume

leadership of the tribe.

Pray God, dear friend,

to save his life.

Oh, if He would only accept my life

in exchange for his!

Diana, my beloved!

The darkness has passed

and now the sunshine.

All things are with Allah!

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